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The Centaur Ranch

By: blackbel2003





The Centaur Ranch Pt. 02







The Centaur Ranch Pt. 02



"I want to go back to the forest! I don't want to pull that cart, this is no fun!"

"Listen, my dear," said Linda as she lifted the mare's tail. But Samba kicked her hind leg and almost hit the girl; she would not let herself be touched. Linda saw that the thing was getting dangerously out of control. She thought quickly: 

"Samba, dear, you are having your period, I think... You need a male to cover you." The mare thumped her front legs, her eyes wild in their orbits. "But we have none here...Why don't you come with me to the enclosure? They will be waiting for you there!"

That idea seemed to make Samba less unhappy. She let Linda grab the leash and guide her back to the stables. The girl did not attempt to ride her; she walked by her side, talking swiftly to distract her as they covered the distance to the enclosure. The sight of the mare's erect nipples aroused her, and she thought lusciously of the succulent cunt under that thick, long tail. "Later," she thought... not now. She wouldn't let me, anyway." As they arrived to the stables, Linda took the mare to one of the empty stalls on the back of the row and ushered her in. She clipped the leash to a hook and locked it. She went out quickly to confer with James; Samba's cries of rage could be heard as she tried unsuccessfully to free herself.

As Linda came back some time after, she knew what she had to do. She offered the mare a carrot that had been tipped in a sedative solution and watched as she munched it eagerly. As the substance made its effect, she told Samba to bend down her head, pretending she would caress her. Then she slipped a hood around her head and clasped the lock behind the neck. Samba was dizzy with the sedative and did not resist. 

"It's ok, dear," she heard Linda's voice. Samba could not see the girl: "is it night already? she asked. Linda did not answer, but went ahead: "I will now take the leash from your neck, but you have to turn around. Will you please do so? Yes... that is good, Samba..." The mare had now her back turned to the wall. Linda lifted her tail and clipped the end of a short chain to her pussy ring. Then she attached the other end to the hook on the wall and took the leash from Samba's collar. The mare made a step forward and felt a strong sting on her pussy. She screamed loudly, but Linda was not impressed.

"You were ungrateful and behaved very badly today, Samba," she said. "You threw a human on the ground, you didn't obey the reins, and even tried to kick your mistress! You will remain attached here, with your head covered. Maybe this way you will learn good manners! Tomorrow we will let Kumbo mate with you, but only if you are a good girl and apologize. You have to be grateful for all that we are doing for you and for the other centaurs. Think of that!"

Samba was terrified; she kept trying to free herself from the chain, but each time she did so, the ring stung her labia, which were all the more sensitive because of her condition. Linda turned her chip on and watched as the mare struggled with the chain, until she was tired and stopped. She watched the tits go up and down as Samba tried to breathe; she went round her trembling body and lifted her tail. "You keep still there, girl!" she said in a severe tone. Then she grabbed a spatula, scooped the cream that had formed on Samba's lips, and put it in a small flask. The mare whined as she did so, opening and closing the lips as Linda inserted her finger into her pussy. Linda took it out and let her there, fumbling and thumping the ground with her front legs. She had to go to James and let him examine the substance, as he had said the other day that it could be eventually used as an aphrodisiac.

As the other centaurs came back later, they were surprised not to see Samba. Sean told them that she had been taken to the infirmary, and he did not lose the occasion to press once more on their minds how they were being well taken care of at their new home. They were fed their night meal, and as the night set on, they all were already asleep.

The next morning, after being milked, Tonga, Suli and Sheena were sent to help Ximbo in the meadow. Sean was sitting on the porch; he smiled to himself as he saw the group leaving for the day's work: Pedro was riding the male, and a harness attached the girls to a three-horse cart. Their beautiful, healthy bodies shone under the morning sun, and he watched as they slowly went out of sight. Then he walked to Samba's stall.

The mare was nervous at being unable to see and walk freely, but she had understood that it was better not to step forward. Sean spoke to her:

"Are you calmer, girl?"

"I want to go back to the forest!"

"You will not! You belong to me now, dear," snapped Sean, rubbing his finger on Samba's hard nipples. "You will be mated by Kumbo now. But you will keep this hood on your head until you understand, once for all, that you have to be grateful for all the nice things your master is doing for you. No other taurs have those beautiful collars, or are learning useful things like you are." He went to her back and lifted her tail and he rubbed gently the damp slit. Samba whined softly as he did that. She said:

"But why an I attached like this? It is not good!"

"Samba, you behaved badly yesterday. You threw a human on the ground! Can you understand how ugly is this? You, such a fine centauress, so beautiful and strong!" He gave her no time to reply. "You need a male, Samba, I can see that. But you will remain here for all you heat period, in the dark and feeling this sting on you pussy, unless you stop being silly and behave like a mare of mine should."

Samba shivered as she heard his firm, cold voice. "Oh master! No! Please!" Her voice sounded anguished through the hood that covered her face. "I... I will do ... I'm sorry..."

Sean was expecting precisely that. He patted her rump and put a finger into her pussy, feeling the pressure of her canal on it.

"You promise?"

"Yes, master, I promise!"

"All right then. I will release you and bring you to Kumbo. "But the hood stays on; I can't take it out now." He fitted a leash to her collar and unclipped the chain from the ring. He tugged her out and walked to the mating stall. She walked cautiously, as she could not see where she was going; she let her master lead her.

As they entered the stall, Sean motioned her into the mating device. She sensed the metal bars and panicked:

"Oh master, no! Please! Not here!"

"Shhh, girl, stop being silly! You go where I tell you, or you will have no male!"

He closed the small door and attached her ankles to the straps, leaving her opened to receive Kumbo. Then he went to the male's stall and clipped a leash to his collar:

"You are aroused, aren't you?" The centaur nodded. His nostrils were trembling as he could feel Samba's scent in the air. He let himself be led to the female and was surprised to see her inside the mating device.

"Now you will be rewarded by your good service, my friend," said Sean. "You can stay with her as much as you want. Cover her!"

Kumbo did not wait for a second order. He put his front legs on Samba's rump and leaned forward to hold her shoulders. His cock, in full extension, slid into the female's open hole; he uttered a long whine of pleasure as she squeezed it, wiggling her back in a sort of dance. Sean watched as he thrusted faster and harder, as if to release all the pent up tension. Samba, her head covered by the hood, was touching her breasts and shivering from pleasure. Sean could not help thinking much he was lucky to have found – and tamed - such magnificent creatures. Their bodies were glistening with sweat. Kumbo was biting Samba's shoulder; his hands reached her tits and twisted the nipples. Then a spasm jolted though his body, as he unloaded his jet into the female's womb. Samba had not had time to come; she protested loudly as Kumbo took his cock out of her. She tried to turn around and discovered that she couldn't; her ankles were attached securely to the bars of the device.

"Calm down, dear! Kumbo will enter you again soon! How is she, Kumbo?"

"Oh, she's good, master!"

"I want a good foal from you, Kumbo!" He took a glance at the mare's body; somehow, the sight of her enclosed and restrained made his own cock bulge in his pants. "Go ahead, my friend ... take my mare again! She..." But he was interrupted by the arrival of James. His face was red with excitement.

"I have made some tests on their substances," he announced. "On rats. And it is as I expected: the male rats' cocks grew to three times their usual size, and, with the females, similar things occurred. Their labia swelled, their clitties were oversensitive, and they behaved as if their mating time had arrived. I think I have hit on a formula based on the concentration of the active agents and the weight of the receiver. So maybe we can test it on humans... I will be taking my product tonight and see what happens. Maybe Linda can volunteer for the female counterpart..."

"Oh, this is great news!" exclaimed Sean.

"Yes, it is. If the thing works, we will have a much-demanded product... And also, the serum for accelerating pregnancy seems ok. The female rats I inoculated it with reduced their gestation to one fourth of the normal period. This means that, in the appropriate concentration, a mare's gestation should take twelve weeks instead of twelve months. Just imagine, Sean! In three months we will have the first foals... Until there, I think, the serum for acceleration maturation will also be "au point." We are in business!"

They left the taurs copulating once more and went to the house to discuss the bright prospects of their venture. Meanwhile, Dara had been transferred to a special stall until her period of heat would be over. 

"We should let Ximbo cover her every day some times, to make sure that she gets a foal," said James. "The same with this other couple. We cannot take chances... the foals will be worth a lot of money."

The day went on. That afternoon, Kumbo was sent to get the stones and Ximbo was brought again to Dara in the mating stall; the other mares helped Kumbo and seemed less tired as they grew accustomed to pull the cart with its full load. When the herd came back from their work, Linda went to the females' stalls and carefully brushed their messy hair. Then she made nice braids on their heads. They were pleased at their new look and wanted to learn how to make the new hairdo; Linda let them practice on Dara, but not on Samba, as her head remained covered by the hood. The mare was less nervous after being given to the male. She was put with Dara on the special stall, and as night fell over the farm they talked a bit.

"Samba, what is that on your head?" asked Dara.

"I don't know what it is called, Master said the name but I forgot."

"But you cannot see anything with that on! Why did he put this on you?"

Samba told her what had happened the day before. Dara shook her head: 

"You were wrong, Samba... They have some strange ways, but we are better off here than in the woods."

"Do you really think so?"

"Yes, for sure! We have plenty to eat... And what they call work is not so bad..."

"But I was attached yesterday! I could not move freely, and my pussy ached because of that thing... what is it called... the chain."

"You were bad, and they punished you... Try not to give them any motive for that again, and you will not be like you are now," Dara said. "Now tell me... how is Kumbo? He was trying to mate with me the day the human appeared..."

"Oh, he is great... I brocked five times today..." Samba's voice had a dreamy shade as she remembered the male's wild thrusts, and how they had filled her with jets of sticky cum.

"Maybe I will mate with him next time," said Dara. "Ximbo is ok too... It seems that they will come to us every day until we stay in heat." Her eyes rolled with pleasure as she thought of that. 

"Well, I am so tired..." said Samba. "Let's have some sleep..."

And she curled on the soft, warm hay that covered the ground of the stall. Dara did the same, and in a few minutes both were taken by a peaceful sleep.





The Centaur Ranch Pt. 02



Linda rested for some minutes, feeling very pleased.

"Sheena, dear, you have learned to serve very well! Your mistress is pleased, you are honoring the collar Master gave you... You will learn more and more as you stay here with us. Do you know when your heat period is due? We are planning to let Ximbo cover you..."

Sheena's black face gleamed with pride as being so much praised by her mistress. 

"I think it must be coming soon... maybe next moon. And... Miss Linda, I want to know something. Is my skin shining more? Master James told me it would, because of the medicine he gave me this night." And she told Linda what had happened in her stall.

Linda smiled. "Yes, dear, it is... You have such a rich tone of black to your skin, and it will shine still more with what you took from me today. You know, human cum is perfect for your kind, and it does not matter if it comes from a human male or from a human female."

She wanted to try still another sensation. She mounted Sheena naked and told her to be still; then she rubbed her own cunt to the tauress's soft human back. The touch aroused her instantly; the velvet quality of the mare's skin was perfect to rub. Linda licked the mare's neck, played with her tits, rubbed hers on the mare's back, just as she liked to do with her human partners.

Sheena was not in heat, and gave a sign that she was not much pleased. Linda slapped her rump:

"You keep still, dear.. I am having a great time here, you have to learn how to please your mistress!" Her belly shivered in the anticipation of pleasure; her pussy was drenched in juice, and in some more minutes she came for the third time. 

Her tension was finally relieved. She dressed herself and let Sheena put on her feet her socks and boots. She hopped on the mare's back and let her gallop back to the stables.

As she dismounted, James was coming towards her.

"Put this animal with her companions, over there," he said. "We have got our first command of mare cream, and they are filling their quota."

Linda tugged Sheena's reins and ushered her in a large stall. The other four mares were already there. They were attached by their collars to hooks on walls; a strap of leather had been adapted to their rumps, and a flask was to be seen under each tail. Their rings had been turned on to the last notch; they were wiggling their hinds, thumping their legs, cupping their breasts as excitement took them over. In each flask, the precious juice was dripping slowly. Samba's hood had been taken out.

Linda smelled Dara's pussy and her tits were instantly erect with the sensation. She clipped Sheena to a hook and turned her ring on. Sheena felt her pussy itching and tickling, her nipples go up, and her labia twisted as the chip made the ring vibrate near the clitty. She knew that sensation: it was the same she had felt when Master James had come to her during the night.

"You have put the hot ones here, too?" Linda remarked.

"Yes. I have contacted a laboratory in California and they were quite excited by what I told them. They have been covered some fifteen times already, we can safely supposed they have been impregnated. The Americans want two or three pints of juice to run tests, so I had to put all our mares to produce it."

"But they will be exhausted!"

James raised his shoulders and grinned.

"Give them some rest every hour or so," he said. "This is what they have been brought for, isn't it? If this turns out well, we will make a lot of money."

"And the males?"

"They are out there, working. Sean wants that fencing ready as soon as possible, and then they will help to build new stables. I am sure that these are not the only black centaurs around, and we will need a lot more. He wants stables ready to lodge them as they appear."

That afternoon the mares were mad with lust, but no male appeared to appease them. The cream was collected from their cunts and safely sealed into sterilized flasks. As the sun was setting, the males were brought back to the enclosure, their black bodies glistening with sweat. They had carried the stones to the meadow and helped the masons with their work. Dara and Samba were put in the special stall to wait for the end of their period; the taurs were washed and fed, and fell into a blissful sleep.





The Centaur Ranch Pt. 03







The Centaur Ranch Pt. 03







The Centaur Ranch Pt. 03



The black centauress was on fire now. She clenched her pussy around the man's cock and moved her body to rub the walls on it; she was cupping her breasts, her fine neck bent over her shoulder. Sean bent all his body over her rump to feel the skin of her torso with his hand; he wished he was a centaur and could bite her ear, making her still and obedient like he had seen the males doing when they were having a female in the mating cell. He decided that she would not come with his cock in her; instead, he got out from her and turned around her. He sat on the small stool and showed her his hard, shining cock. 

The centauress bent her body obediently and began to lick her master's cock. The hot, wet tongue flickered up and down, at the sides, on the tip, under the sac, then back to the stretched sheath. Sean was having a very good time; he pressed the control to maximum and watched as Dara began to lick more and more eagerly his cock. Feeling her braids between his fingers, he closed his eyes and let the wonderful sensation take over him. He came in a strong jet; Dara tried to take her head off the shooting cock, but he held her firmly between his legs until he had jerked off his entire load.

"You know this is very good for you skin, don't you?" Sean asked. The tauress nodded and swallowed the thick liquid. Then she looked to Sean, her body aching from lust, her eyes wide open, in the expectation of a climax.

Sean brushed her face: 

"Dara, you want me inside you, don't you? Then you have to make it hard again..."

She began to suck his cock again, softly this time. Sean looked at the collared girl between his legs: she had given him a female, she was tamed and happy to serve him, and her rump was up, waiting for her master's cock. The sheer thought excited him so much that he came again, almost without noticing. Dara looked at him with a surprised gaze.

"OK, Dara... I think you will have to wait for another time... You have served well today."

"Oh, master, please, please... I am so hot..."

Sean thought for a moment. He would have no problem in turning off Dara's ring and leave her unsatisfied; she was just one more centauress, legitimately captured in the forest, duly collared, and her duty was to please her master. But at the same time, she was sweet and worked well. Sean said:

"You wait here, dear. I will call Master James to finish you off."

Dara's eyes gleamed with pleasure. She looked to the small filly curled at the end of the stall; Kenga had been watching with attention what her mother had done, and she did not seem afraid, as the centauress had not shown any signs of pain or fear.

Sean went to call James and came back with him.

"I will let you two doing what is needed," he smiled. "I have some work to do in my office" - and he patted his pocket, where he had put the farmers' checks.

Like Linda, James had taken the habit of rubbing some centauress cream on his cock every day. He had discovered that the substance had a very curious effect: his cock had grown almost to reach his knee. In the first days, it would go back to normal size after he had released his jet in some mare; but, with the constant rubbing of the cream, it was now permanently that size. He had taken to visit the female's stalls almost every day, comparing one to the others, teaching them how to lick and suck as he had done with Sheena that first night. He took his pants off and went directly to Dara's pussy.

The girl was surprised and pleased to feel a big centaur cock in her. She moved furiously to rub herself on it; James felt the delicious sensation of touching the very end of the tauress's womb, his thick cock being squeezed and milked by her. He patted her rump and moved with her on rhythm; as he saw her coming, he let her, but did not take his cock out. In a few moments he had come too, and, as he slid himself out from her, he turned her ring off.

"Now you lick my cock clean, Dara... I know you are able to."

The black girl leaned and licked the man's cock with care. She was now relieved; that bug that the humans had put in her pussy was quiet, and she wanted more of that white thing that made her skin shine so well. She could feel her own taste mingled with the taste of the man's cum; she licked it slowly, taking her time, because it was so huge, and she had never licked such a long cock. As she finished, James gave her a carrot to bite and put on his trousers.

The sun was going down. It had been a busy day; soon it would be night, and next morning the farm would resume its usual routines. 





The Centaur Ranch Pt. 04



"You can go now, Beau. We are finishing work for today. Put the chains on their pussies again and let them here for the night."

She watched as the mulatto girl obeyed her.

"Good girls," she said as she caressed one of the fillies. "You have given your cream for the first time; there will be others, because this thing is very important to us humans. Tomorrow we will put reins on you and teach you to walk with a person on you. Aren't you happy?"

"Yes, mistress," said one of the fillies. Linda looked at her badge: she was Ginga, a filly from Kumbo, as the earring indicated. Her mother was Tonga, to whom she resembled very much. Linda touched the belt lock over her pants and sighed. Still some days to go... 

"Mistress, are we going to pull carts too?" Ginga's girlish voice asked. She had come near Linda and the chain from her pussy was fully stretched. She groaned as she felt the tug, and went a step back.

"Yes, certainly, this is what black centauresses do, and also other things, as you have seen," said Linda.

"But why have we to stay with this thing on us?"

"Because Master said so," was the reply. "You belong to him, never forget that."

She slapped gently Ginga's rump and watched as the girl shivered. Then she locked the stall and took a long glance at Beau's slender body, as she walked gracefully away towards her room. Linda would give a month's salary to go after her and have her lick her soles again; but that would have to wait. She was belted like a medieval woman; still surprised, she asked herself why she had agreed to such a thing. As she could not figure that out, she shook her head and went up to the lab, where she put the flasks in the fridge together with the one from Beau.

It was darkening; another day had passed in the Centaur Ranch. Dinner should be ready; Linda went to the house in a brisk pace, feeling the contact of the cold metal on her pussy and wondering how good it would be when Sean released her. 





The Centaur Ranch Pt. 04



"Feel the difference, James," said Sean. "He has a somewhat harsher touch, but very agreeable."

James closed his eyes and felt the black lad's lips sliding up and down his member. He caressed his ears and felt the curly hair on his skull; he was hard again, and ready to cum. He glanced at Sean interrogatively: Sean nodded, and James began to fuck the centaur's mouth with quick, forward movements. He came again and watched as the centaur obediently swallowed his juice. "How did you get him to do this?" he whispered to Sean.

"Sac ring," said Sean, in an equally low voice. "Very persuasive..."

James smiled. Sean had gone under the young male's body and was caressing his cock, which stretched out to full length. He approached and began to lick the thick, long black shaft. Kafu closed his eyes and let his master do what he wanted to; Sean's tongue slid over the head of the cock, feeling veins and skin shivering with his caress.

"He tastes divinely," he said as he felt his urge satisfied.

"Yes, he is healthy..."

Kafu opened his eyes; his cock was stretched out and quivering with unappeased lust.

"Cool off, my friend," said Sean. Then he saw Beau passing by the stall. He had an idea: 

"Or better... Beau! Come here!"

The mulatto girl entered the stall. Sean made a gesture for her to take off her pants and took the measurer from his pocket: it showed seven. 

"Good girl! I see you have not touched yourself. You will be rewarded: Kafu here will please you. Come here!"

Beau put her hands to the bar and bent herself into an almost ninety degrees angle, exposing her pussy to the men. 

"Kafu, you will enter her gently... And hold your cum until I say so, understand?"

The colt was panting with lust, his cock stretched out. He went near the girl and put is front legs up, letting them rest on her shoulders; Beau went a bit down with the taur's weight, her hands firmly clutched to the bar. Kafu found her hole and entered it: she moaned as the rock hard cock slid into her. She began to rub herself against it; she was very horny, and she needed desperately some relief after all those days with the ring on her pussy.

Sean and James watched her perfect brown body shaking as she came on the colt's cock; she was ready to leave him, but Sean wanted them both to obey his commands.

"Quiet there, Beau! And you too, Kafu!"

The centaur was holding his breath; he too was ready to come, and it was with a visible effort that he held his spurt. Sean went under him and caressed his cock; then he rubbed his finger over Beau's clit, letting her feel the tip. The girl moved her hips in circles and groaned; Sean tugged gently the small chain that was dangling from her ring.

"Be obedient, Beau! Stay firm here... I want Kafu to have his time."

"Master, I have to do it!" Kafu's voice was tense with anxiety.

"Hold it! And move very, very slowly! Or the bug will bite you again!"

Kafu did as he was told. His cock ached with the need to come, but the memory of the pain on his sac made him very docile. He slid forth and back in the girl's wet pussy, feeling the cum on the tip of his member. Then he heard the man's voice: 

"Go!"

He released instantly his load into Beau's cunt. It was his first time; he had never felt such a good sensation. He kept shooting and gasping, holding Beau's shoulders with his hands, gently licking and biting her ears as if she were a centauress. Beau was shaking her body, trying to stop the cock from moving in her pussy, because she was already pleased and was getting uncomfortable. Sean grabbed the end of her chain and tugged it.

"Quiet there, girl! Let him do as he pleases, he is a male!"

Beau felt the sting on her labia and stopped moving. Kafu slowered his movements as his penis got flacid inside her; then took out his cock from her; she stayed on the bar and felt the point of the measurer touching her lips.

"Two," said Sean. "This means she had enough pleasure for one day. You may dress up now, Beau. Thank you, you are a lovely girl!" 

They left the stall and walked back to the house. It was getting dark and dinner should be served soon: another day had passed, with its harvest of profits and pleasures.





The Centaur Ranch Pt. 04



Finally Sean locked her up again.

"Thank you, Linda! We now know that Beau's cream can do the job, or at least potentialize what was already in your organism. Next, I want you to stay a whole week with the belt on."

Linda opened her mouth, her face a mask of anguish.

"A whole week? Sean, this is absurd... Please, let us stop this... I will go mad!"

"No, you will not... You are doing well; I saw how you have been exercising. Think of the possible uses of the combined kit, centauress cream and belt, for example to women in professional sports: the tension in them would make them break record after record, and the Olympic Committee would have nothing to object!"

Linda sighed. She knew that Sean was right. 

"Now you go and write an add to put on the newspaper. We are recruiting some black girls for James's new experiment: we will inoculate them with centauress cream and make them produce their own secretion. The darker the better, I suppose."

The following day the ad was inserted in the local newspaper. It was phrased in ambiguous words, asking for girls to work in a scientific experiment at the Centaur Ranch; of course, nothing was said about the nature of the experiment. By early afternoon, a line of girls had formed outside the office and Sean was selecting the darkest ones. He chose five of them, assured himself that they were eighteen or older, explained to them that they were running an experiment in female sexuality. The girls were a bit stunned, but paid keen attention to his voice.

"Now that you know what you are going into, you have to sign this contract. You will be paid twelve dollars a day for the next five or six weeks, we give you room and board, but we expect full co-operation from you. The experiment will make you live in a special cage during this time; you will be naked and maybe will have to wear a collar. We will observe your reactions to the substances that we will give you. It is not dangerous, but it will make some changes in you. Do you agree?"

The girls were astonished. That amounted to about five hundred dollars, an enormous sum of money by their standards. They conferred quickly and decided that it was worth to try, even if that thing sounded a bit weird. The tallest of them spoke to Sean: 

"Ok, we will do as you say, sir." Then they signed the contracts and were led to the cage that James had ordered built for them.

It was Linda who came to collar them and link a chain from each collar to the cage's bar. During the previous days, Beau had collected cream from the best mares in the farm; Linda took one of them and rubbed generously the black girls' cunts with it. Then she took five chastity belts from her purse and fitted them to the slender black bodies. 

There was an evil grin on her face as she clasped lock after lock: she knew from experience what the girls would be through. Her eyes beamed: in a few days, she would be liberated from that torture. Then she could make those nice velvety tongues please her open, free cunt, while theirs were safely locked under the belt. The girls were pretty and healthy, she thought; they would stand well the test, and maybe one or another could be permanently hired to help in the farm.

"You will stay here for some days," she said. "You will feel strong sensations between your legs, and this will keep you from touching there."

She watched amusedly the surprised look in the black girls' eyes; then she went out of the cell and locked the barred door. The girls were left to themselves; Linda could hear them talking excitedly about what was happening.

The week went by without incidents. To her surprise, Linda discovered that she was growing accustomed to the permanent sensation of itching on her pussy; the physical exertions were helping her to keep some control over her mind. Sean asked her two or three times to please him with her mouth; James had her ass almost every day, but neither yielded to her pleas to be released. 

On the seventh day, Sean opened her and measured her tension. It was obviously on the top of the scale. He got a spatula and scooped the thick juice that covered her labia. He smiled:

"I think this is going very well, Linda. This is to put on Beau; we want to see whether the reverse effect can obtain. Now I will go with you to the cage, and you can spend one or two hours with the new girls. What do you say?"

"Sean... We could end the experiment; we know that Beau's secretion is very effective..." 

Sean put what he had taken from her in a flask and sealed it.

"You know, Linda? I have to say that I am pleased to see that you are becoming ... how shall I put it... a very complying girl! James has told me about how obediently you bend to that desk and let you back hole be used." 

Linda repressed a movement of rage. So that bastard had been talking to Sean about what he was doing to her! She touched the lock on her waist, her face red with shame, and listened to what her boss was saying.

"Today I will let you have your time with the girls. Then we will lock you again, as I said, for... let us see... ten days. I hope you use well your free time. Now get moving!" 

Linda had no choice; she dressed up and went to the cage with Sean. As they approached, they could see the girls stretching their arms through the bars, imploring to be released from the belt.

"Look at them... they are mad with desire!" He came by the cage barred door and touched the tits of a girl. They were hard as a rock.

"You are being very helpful, I have to thank you all," he said ironically. 

"Please, please, open this..." said the girl. 

"Yes, we will open your belts today, Please put your hands to the door bar; we will have to do some measuring on you, and we need your hands attached."

The five girls obeyed and Sean cuffed their hands quickly. Then they entered the cage and unlocked their belts. The girls tried to rub their thighs, but Sean slapped their asses with the small riding crop.

"Be quiet, you all! Miss Linda has to take your secretion for scientific studies." 

Linda took the spatula and began to scoop the thick juice from the girls' labia. She tasted each one and inserted a finger in her cunt, evaluating which ones were fit to receive her anxious tongue. The vision of their naked black bodies, bent in a forty-five degrees angle, their fine backs and asses exposed, aroused her instantly. She scooped each girl and collected the substance; she could not repress the thought that they were very similar to the centauresses in the Cream Factory. Like them, they moved their hips while attached; like them, they were being stimulated and could not do anything to appease the tension on their pussies. And like them, they would please her in a few minutes...

She handed the flasks to Sean and heard him saying:

"Two hours." 

Linda chose one of the girls and began rubbing her cunt on that inviting black ass. The girl reacted by moving her body forward. Linda held her by her waist and said:

"Keep quiet! I will give you some pleasure if you obey me."

"Yes, Miss Linda," the girl replied.

"Rub slowly your black ass on my pussy and make me come," said Linda. "And do it well, or I won't release you!"

The girl did as she was told. Linda was so excited that she came almost immediately, her body shaking wildly as she licked the long, swan-like neck of the girl. The sensation of the soft, velvet black skin on her pussy was delicious; she felt one spasm after another, as the pent-up tension on her clit seemed to vanish in the air. She knelt behind the black girl and sucked her labia with her mouth, feeling the acre taste of her secretion. She found the clitty and licked it passionately; the girl moaned loudly, her hands attached to the bar, as she contracted all her muscles and came as she had never come in her entire life. 

Linda sighed, exhausted. Then she took the hands of another girl and cuffed them on her back. The girl looked at her, not knowing what she was supposed to do. Linda lay back on the floor and ordered her:

"On your kneels, now! You will lick me until I tell you to stop."

The girl knelt and began to lick the white pussy opened up in front of her. Linda closed her eyes; the touch of the red, wet tongue was soft as silk, as it flickered up and down on her clit. The black girl took all the labia in her mouth and sucked; Linda put her feet on her back and rubbed them, as she liked to do with the black centauresses. She came again in a few minutes, muttering something in a low voice. She motioned to the girl to stop and come to her soles. She was yearning to have them licked by that magical tongue.

The girl hesitated a bit, but Linda's glance was so authoritative that she put her lips to the white woman's soles and began to lick them. Linda put her fingers to her pussy and masturbated herself as the girl sucked on her toes; another orgasm came quickly. Then she positioned the girl to a sixty-nine job and delighted herself with the taste of her cunt.

"Put your tongue inside me and stay there," she ordered. She loved that caress, which imitated the feeling of a cock inside her, but was infinitely softer. She came for the fourth time in a row, feeling calm for the first time in many days. She stood up and took a glance at the chained girls.

"You are all pretty, and you deserve some pleasure. I will release you and let you play with each other. But when I say finish, you stand up and let me put the belt on you again. Those who disobey will be forced to it, and kept in the belt for the rest of your period here. So don't try any tricks!" 

She released the girls and watched as they jumped on each other to get touched and to touch. They rolled down the floor, hugging each other and making sixty nines with their mouths on each other's pussy. The noise of their excited voices was music to Linda's ears; she let them play with each other and took notes of the time each needed to come - not more than two minutes, as she noticed. Then she chose another girl to please her and came some more times. When Sean came to see how the orgy was going, she was on top of one of the girls and having her breasts licked by her.

"Belt time!" he announced curtly.

The girls stood up obediently and let themselves be locked again.

"Thank you!" said the farmer, clipping their belt chains to the appropriate hooks. "I hope you have enjoyed your time with Miss Linda."

"When are you releasing us again?" asked one of the girls.

"When you have produced enough secretion," was the answer. "Now lie down and keep quiet. Linda, let us go, we have work to do." 

They left and entered the next room. Sean gave her the belt and said: 

"Put it on yourself, you know how it is done."

Linda sighed and took the belt in her hands. She thought for a moment of letting it a bit loose, so that she could touch herself, but Sean's finger was moving to the sides: he had read her mind and was telling her not to cheat. She adjusted the belt as tight as she could and clasped the lock. Sean patted her ass:

"Good girl," he said. "Your cunt will be aired again in ten days. Now please go to the office; we have a visit, a client who wants to buy some centaurs. Please show them to her and treat her well, will you?"

Linda was astonished. "A client? Who is she?"

"A Ms. Hsin, it seems. She has read about us in some paper of James's and came all the way down to check it out." 

Linda waved her hand and went to meet Ms. Hsin. Her pussy was not itching now; she wondered how long that pleasant sensation would last... 

25. A client comes to the farm

 

Ms. Hsin was an Oriental woman in her middle thirties. She was petite and slender; her black, shining hair was made into a bum behind her head, leaving bare her small ears and giving her the appearance of a schoolteacher. She was looking through the office window when Linda came in and greeted her.

"I am Linda, Dr. Wilkins' assistant. Welcome to our ranch!"

Ms. Hsin smiled and took a good glance at the pretty young woman in jeans. She smiled: 

"He is lucky to have such a pretty assistant!"

Linda smiled back. "So she likes girls...," she thought. "She is not bad, either... I wished I had not this thing on me! But Sean said I have to keep it on for still ten days..." She sighed. "What can we do for you?"

"I heard that you are raising centaurs here, and I will need some males for heavy duty. I have bought a farm and there are many trees to be uprooted, so that the area becomes fit for planting."

"Oh, that is simple," said Linda. "We have a lot of them just arriving to mature age." 

She thought to herself that that was really a stroke of luck. In nature, centaur herds had but one or two males to keep the females under control, but, as the mares kept delivering, the ranch had now the same amount of colts and fillies, about fifteen of each. She had talked to James about this, and they had considered gelding a good number of colts, so that the appropriate balance would be kept. But of course it was silly to geld black centaurs, as there were so few of them in the world. Maybe in the years to come that could be done, as with horses or bulls, but not now. So, a sale of some of the young males was just what they needed. 

"Would you like to see them?" Linda asked.

"Yes, sure!"

They left the office and went down to the foalry, as Linda explained to Ms. Hsin how they had developed the serums that guaranteed a steady and rapid production of young centaurs. They passed several females pulling carts loaded with all sorts of items. Ms. Hsin opened her eyes wide as she saw the collared black females harnessed to the carts, their tits naked, their skins shining on their finely designed torsos.

"They are so beautiful!" she said. "And they seem very tame, too... Are all of them born here?"

"No, we take them from the woods and teach them to do what is needed," said Linda. "The black variety of centaurs is very docile: they learn quickly and like us humans. You just have to be careful not to offend them; they are proud, even if not very intelligent." She whistled to one of the girls that was passing near:

"You here, come!"

The girl approached her muscles tense with the weight of the cart. 

"You may touch her," Linda said. "The badge tells her name" – she read aloud – "Kananga, and the two beads on her collar show that she has given already two kids." She pointed to the curve of the centauress belly. "As you can see, she is pregnant again, approximately in the middle of her gestation."

The tauress stopped by the women. Ms. Hsin caressed her chin and face, feeling the soft black skin. She was sweating from the effort; Ms. Hsin ran her finger on her shoulder, slowly bringing it to her nipple. The tauress looked at Linda, intrigued. 

"It is ok, Kananga. Ms. Hsin is here to visit us for some days. Be nice and let her examine you, it is the first time she sees one of your kind." She was smiling at the woman's excitement: it was now clear what her preferences were. 

"Touch her as much as you like, they are accustomed to that," she said. "Try her fur, she has certainly been brushed this morning." 

The Oriental lady was becoming wet under her pants as her hands felt the mare's firm body. She went around her to lift her tail: she was curious to see what a centauress' cunt looked like. 

"What is this on her labia?" she asked as she saw the ring.

"This is a device to make them horny when we need them so," said Linda. "It comes in handy when one of us wants pleasure: you turn it on, the mare comes into heat and allows herself to be used as necessary. Just see!"

Linda took the control from her pocket and pressed on it Kananga's code a series of numbers also written on her badge. Ms. Hsin opened her mouth in surprise as she watched the mare become aroused: she began to thump the ground, her face became tense with lust, her hands went to her nipples, and a strong scent filled the air. The woman lifted the mare's tail and saw her labia opening and closing, expecting some rod to come into her; they were shiny with the nectar that formed slowly under her clit. The mare was shaking her body under the harness, as the waves of unsatisfied lust went through her body.

"If you rub your finger on this substance and lick it, you can test the effect on yourself," said Linda. Ms. Hsin did precisely that: she inserted her finger into the mare's pussy, took a good scoop of the nectar and licked it eagerly.

Linda turned down the ring and told Kananga: 

"Ok, dear, now you take this cart where it has to be taken. And quickly!"

The mare took a deep breath and started moving. Linda said: 

"In about half an hour, you will feel the effect of it. Now let us go to the foalry."

They walked to the enclosed area and Ms. Hsin could not suppress a small cry of surprise. Behind the tall fence, some thirty colts and fillies of all ages, from small kids to centaurs she could see were young adults, were playing and yelling at each other. 

"How cute they are!" she said, as the foals came in block to the fence. 

"Yes, and very docile too, as they are born in captivity," smiled Linda. "Please take your time to examine them; I am sure you will find what you need." She lowered her voice: "The price list is in the office; make a note of the names and I will tell you what each costs. Now I will go to the lab; meet me there when you are finished." She addressed the centaurs as she closed the gate bolt behind her:

"You behave well to our guest! She will not harm you."

Ms. Hsin took her time to examine the more developed males, touching their biceps, stroking their fur, feeling the strength of their legs and rumps. The young centaurs were excited by the smell of a new human. The woman slid her hand along the back of one of them, feeling the young muscles and firm bones under the very dark skin. The centaur let himself be touched; born in captivity, he was accustomed to be manipulated by humans. 

"Hmmm, strong arms... You know, dear, I am planning to take some of you to live with me at my farm," she said. She let her hand go down to the thick black fur on his rump, and lifted his tail to have a glance at the sac. It was already well developed; from it, a sizeable cock dangled limp. Ms. Hsin was not attracted to him as a possible partner, but she wanted to know how he would compare to a horse of a similar age. She lifted his legs to examine the hooves; she palpated his leg muscles, feeling them and finding them quite capable of pulling a good amount of weight. She took a note of his name, as written on the collar badge, and went on to check another colt. 

"Have you been ridden yet?" she asked.

"No, miss," replied the young centaur. "But we know that outside we carry you humans where you have to go." 

"Yes, that is the rule," said the woman. Her gaze was captured by the fillies: she admired their perky tits, their shining black fur and torsos. A thought flickered through her mind: if they could be made hot by that ring, as she had seen shortly before, maybe they could be taught to please her too... The idea of a young black centauress licking her pussy and making her come was very pleasant. She approached one of the girls and made her open her mouth; she rubbed her finger on the tauress' tongue and felt its smoothness. 

The cream she had taken was beginning to make its effect; she was feeling her nipples harden and an itching sensation on her labia. She looked at her watch: about one hour has elapsed. She had chosen four colts from the ones that looked ready to be trained in work. She took the key to the gate bolt, opened it and closed it behind her; she walked slowly to the office, watching the centaurs come and go, prodded by farm hands, some attached to carts, some being ridden with saddles and reins from their collars. She noticed that the males' skulls were shaven; she stopped by a huge male and asked the boy on his top:




The Centaur Ranch Pt. 05



28. The snare

Next morning, Ms. Hsin was taken to see the milking of the mares. There were ten machines, with sucking cups adapted to the female's breasts; a long tube collected the milk into a bucket. The serum for producing milk was injected on each female once a month; every morning, their tits were heavy, so that they accepted easily to be relieved. This morning, the first group had just finished giving their liquid; Moleke and Matombo were lifting the buckets and emptying them into big barrels. She watched as a new batch of ten females entered the shed, while outside the last group waited for their turn. 

Ms. Hsin took a long glance at the females that were coming out from the shed. She recognized Ginga, the girl she had ridden the day before. She turned to Linda, who was beside her:

"May I have that one? She is so young and fresh..."

Linda smiled.

"Certainly, Ms. Hsin. You will have a great time with her. Ginga," she said, "you will go with Ms. Hsin and please her, as I taught you, before you go to your work. Understand?"

"Yes, mistress," said the centauress. 

Linda turned on her ring and gave Ms. Hsin the leash.

"Please choose an empty pen, and ... have a good time. She is very obedient, I am sure you will like her."

As Ms. Hsin's moans began to be heard from a nearby stall, a farm hand came to tell Linda that she was wanted at the office.

A military officer was there; his eyes were glued to the naked breasts of the barefoot black girl who was serving him a cup of coffee. Sean was talking to him:

"Yes, it could be done, I think." He turned to Linda:

"Hello, dear! This is Sargent Oliveira, the commander of our local police. He has asked us to train a dozen males to help in the patrolling tasks. How many already mature ones have we left?"

"Ms. Hsin has bought those four; the others are still to young to be sold," Linda replied.

Sargent Oliveira seemed frustrated.

"Can you capture some from the woods, then?"

"That depends on Dr. Wilkins' instruments, not on my will," said Sean.

James was entering the office at that very moment. Sean told him about the officer's request.

"Well, I will see what I can do," said the biologist. "There must be many out there in the forest: we have captured a good number of females, and the birth rate must be roughly the same for both genders. You say you want about a dozen?"

"Yes, doctor. We are thinking of a special mounted squad, and motorcycles are expensive. So I thought I could use centaurs; they could help with other chores, too. Mr. Parker here thinks it could be a good idea."

James thought for a moment. 

"It would be a new line of work," he said dreamily. "All right, I will do the search with my instruments and let you know."

"Thank you," said Oliveira. "Now I must be going."

As he left the office and entered his car, Sean said:

"That could bring us a lot of money. How do you think it could be done?"

"I will have to think about this. Anyway, there is room for about two hundred centaurs here, and at present we have about fifty, including the foals. We will prepare one of the farthest stables to receive this new group, a sort of "welcoming corral". They will be kept there until they become manageable; after the necessary training, we will dispatch them to Sargent Oliveira. In this way, they will not mingle with the farm centaurs, preserving discipline among our beasts and avoiding a lot of problems."

"Good idea," approved Sean. He turned to Linda: 

"Where is the Chinese lady?"

"In a stable, with Ginga," replied Linda. 

‘Good! Have her males prepared to go, I think her truck is coming soon. And let's see how she is faring..."

They strolled down to the enclosure, leaving James at to his lab to set the instruments. 

In the stall, Ms. Hsin was in a trance-like state. She was sitting naked on a stool, her clothes at her side, her legs parted. Ginga had folded her front legs; Ms. Hsin was holding her head and moaning loudly.

"Don't stop! Oh, this is fantastic!"

She did not notice the visitors; she was rubbing the mare's human back with her feet, her eyes closed, and her belly trembling as a new orgasm approached. She uttered a long, loud moan as her whole body shook with the spasm from her pussy.

"Are you well, Ms. Hsin?" Sean asked politely.

She opened her eyes.

"Oh yes... Thank you... She is very good at this!"

"Do you want to stay with her here?"

"No. I would faint if I had a sixth orgasm in a row," Ms. Hsin replied.

Sean looked at her naked body. "What a pity she is a Lesbian," he thought. "Her cunt is perfect, so tight and hot..." 

Ms. Hsin was lying on the hay, taking a rest. She was not disturbed by the presence of Sean and Linda; after all, they had seen her naked and chained for several days, and the man had even fucked her. She shivered as the vision of the belt passed through her mind.

"Please take your time," said Sean. 

"I have to go," she said. "When will the centaurs be ready?"

"They are being washed and brushed," said Sean. "You can leave if you wish, but please remember that you are most welcome at any time."

Linda saddled Ginga and went out of the stall. Sean left Ms. Hsin resting from her erotic exertions and went to see how things were going with the centaurs. He walked to the foalry, where the four young males were being prepared to leave the farm.

Sean liked to go there and check how the small centaurs were developing. They were really cute, with their earrings showing who their fathers were, and their tiny collars showing whom they belonged to. As he arrived there, Pedro was bringing in three little males and two females. They had been just weaned from their mothers, and would spend the next few months in the foalry, until they grew old enough to be trained and begin working.

Sean watched as Pedro attached collars on their necks; then he caressed their heads, playing tenderly with the earrings that showed who their fathers were. 

"I am Master," he said. "You are fine kids; here you will have companions and play a lot." He watched as the little ones began to frolic and sniff the other foals and fillies; all seemed in order here. In a few weeks, he would have more centaurs arriving to adulthood; maybe an auction could be held, he thought.

The males he had sold at such a good profit were now being chained together. He approached them and caressed their faces, one after another:

"You will go to another farm, to live and work there," he said. "You will obey Ms. Hsin as you have learned here; I expect all of you to be good centaurs and serve her well."

He opened the gate and watched as the farm hand prodded the taurs out of the corral. He smiled at the image before his eyes: four healthy males, raised at his farm, exchanged for more than a hundred thousand dollars... Their hooves made a clicking sound on the gravel road that led to the parking lot; their backs shone under the morning sun, and their fine rumps wiggled as they walked together towards the cattle truck. "Have a good trip," Sean said to himself, as he heard the bang of the truck's back cabin door.

Ms. Hsin came soon after and took her seat beside the driver; she was still a bit dizzy from the experience with Ginga. As they left, she saw the filly galloping with Linda on her back; she waved them goodbye and disappeared on the road.

* 

A week or so passed without incidents; then, one morning, as they were having breakfast, James said:

"I have been thinking about how to get those males in. We cannot count upon a nice herd; they must be scattered around, alone or in groups of two or three. On the other hand, we can't wait until they come spontaneously, and it is not sure that they will let themselves to be talked into losing their freedom. I have considered a sleeping shot, but this is awkward: how would we transport two or three sleeping centaurs? They must be attracted somehow to a snare, that much is evident, but the snare must be already the very stables they will be locked in, or the problem of how to transport them will arise anew." 

Sean and Linda nodded. The biologist's reasoning was impeccable. He went on:

"I found a simple solution... we will use females as baits."

"What do you have in mind?" asked Linda.

"In the "welcoming stable," we will place all the stuff we need to tame the taurs – hooks on walls, poles for them to circle, a tack with saddles and reins, etc. Near this stable, a gate will be opened in the fence. Beginning from it, stones drenched in centauress scent will be dropped for some miles in every direction. Do you remember that fairy tale about the boy who left small stones behind him to show the way back home? My idea is simple: the males will feel the smell of hot females, and will follow the trail to the opening in the fence." 

He grabbed a sheet of paper and a pencil and drew a rough square, then divided it into five rectangles.

"There will be five pens in the stable. Here, near the end of each pen, there will be a grid from ceiling to floor. Behind this grid, a female will be hooked. We can leave Beau on watch near the opening; as she sees the males, she turns the mare's ring on, and the centaurs get into the pen. She locks the door, and we have our centaurs! Of course, as the mare is behind the grid, they cannot reach her. Beau takes the mare out through this other door here, hooks her in the next pen, and we wait for another batch of males." 

"That sounds good, but how long will the effect of the scent on the stones last?" asked Sean.

"Oh, I suppose about a week."

"And how are we to collar them? They will be furious when they discover that they are trapped," said Linda.

"You just leave them there in the dark. There will be carrots prepared with sedative, as we used on that rebellious mare, do you remember?"

"Yes, Samba. It worked well with her."

"Yes," pursued James. "As they are sedate, you place the collars on their necks and hook them to the wall. The walls between the pens will be solid; they can kick them and make all the fuss they want, but once chained, they are done. The collars will have an electric prod to them, like we use for horses or cattle; that will be useful for taming the centaurs."

"You are fantastic, Dr. Wilkins!" Linda said admiringly.

Sean approved of the plan, and went out to give the necessary orders. Moleke, Matombo, Kumbo, Ximbo, Kafu and Vudu were harnessed to carts and sent to the town to bring cement, sand and bricks for the dividing walls, as well as strong steel grids; Sean gave the chief mason instructions as how the stable was to be adapted, and work began that same day. The construction was simple; in a few days, it was completed.

The following day, all the females were brought to the Cream Factory and attached to the hooks; their rings were turned on and scent production began. By late afternoon, the mares were mad at being aroused for hours without any relief; their whinnies filled the air, the noise of hooves thumping was deafening, but they had given several pints of scent.

"Good," said Linda to Beau. "Take them to their stalls and feed them; they have been very helpful."

She looked as the mulatto girl and licked her own lips. With all the agitation around Ms. Hsin and the ebony girls, Beau had not bee required to do anything connected with the experiment since the day Kafu had fucked her and her secretion had been rubbed on Linda's labia. "Her pussy must be ready for some licking," Linda thought.

When the girl had finished her task, Linda called her to the office.

"Strip out of your pants, Beau! I want to measure you."

Beau obeyed; Linda took the measurer and read the scale. It was near ten; anyway, the swollen labia and the double-sized clit showed clearly that she had had no pleasure for some days.

"You certainly want some relief, don't you, Beau?" asked Linda as she rubbed the girl's slit with her the tip of her finger.

"Oh yes, Mistress Linda!"

"You will get some if you perform well your next task," said the young biologist, pulling slightly the little chain that hung from the pussy ring. And she explained to Beau what her part was in the plan to capture the male centaurs.

"As soon as the first males are locked in, I will turn your ring on and let you have a good orgasm," said Linda. Beau nodded; she had been willing to relieve herself, but had refrained from doing so because she didn't want to get belted like Miss Linda. 

Hundreds of small stones and twigs had been collected the previous days and brought to a special stall. Beau was charged with the task of spilling scent on them; they were put into barrels, and the following day farm hands dropped them on every path leading to the special opening near the welcoming corral.

Linda and Sean had discussed which mare should be used as bait and decided that none of the already trained ones would do, because, after the first lot of males had been captured, they could warn the next group about the snare and ruin the plan. There were the three females just taken out from the foalry; of these, Kenga and Ginga had been already introduced to the duties of their kind. The obvious choice was Nara; so she was brought to the new pen and chained to the wall hook.

"Nara, dear, you will stay here and wait," said Linda as she caressed the girl's perky tits. "We think that you are to enter your period very soon; then a male will come and cover you."

Nara's eyes glared with pleasure.

"As the male comes into the stall, you just keep quiet and wait," Linda went on. "He will be very aroused, maybe he will shout too; don't be afraid, just stay still and wait."

"Will it be Kafu, miss Linda?"

"No, I don't think so. Probably a male that you don't know; Master has decided that this is better for you." She kissed Nara on her cheek and left her there, wondering what it could be like to be covered. 

* 

As James had predicted, there were scattered males roaming around some miles from the farm, precisely the ones that had been defeated by Matombo, Banto and Kalango some months before. A group of three was looking for food; suddenly one of them stopped still and sniffed the air.

"There are females not far from here," he said. "Can you smell the scent? They must be lost from the herd."

"Yes," said another, his nostrils open to let the scent in: a twig smeared with the scent was just under his hoof. 

"They have been here!" said the third one. "Here, feel her smell, she must be in heat... Maybe we can reach her?"

The centaurs bent down their heads down and sniffed. Their noses told them how to follow the trail of the prepared stones and twigs, and soon they were before the opening in the fence.

They stopped, not knowing what to do next. From her watch post on a tree, Beau saw them and turned Nara's ring on. 

The biggest male sniffed again. 

"There are females in that direction," he said excitedly, pointing to the stable. They pricked their ears: behind the grid, Nara was whining loudly as the ring stimulated her pussy.

"Let's see," said the youngest male, who was a very dark and muscular lad. He entered the fifty-yard path that led directly into the welcoming stable; it seemed a corridor, because a wired fencing had been placed on both sides of it. Sean had thought that an opening in the farm fence could be too tempting, in the case one of his already tamed beasts happened to come nearby. But the centaurs did not pay attention to that; Nature's call was strong on them, and Beau could see their stretched cocks as they marched cautiously into the corridor.

"There!" shouted one of them, his nostrils flaring with the smell of the young, aroused mare. Then he saw Nara's back. "Look there, she is waiting for us!"

The mare's tail was moving to the sides, her legs thumping the ground. The males rushed onto her, but to their surprise, something like a big spider's web stopped them before they could reach her. Then something banged after them, and light disappeared: Beau had come down from her tree and locked them in. 

Nara had also sniffed the males and was expecting one of them to cover her. She walked to and for in her part of the pen, bucked and pranced desperately, but, as her collar was chained to a hook, she could not reach them. The males were confused; it was all-dark inside the pen, and their eyes took some time to get accustomed to dusk-like atmosphere.

Then one of them turned his head and saw the locked door. He crossed the space that separated him from it and banged with his closed fists; as it did not open, he suddenly understood: 

"We are trapped!" he shouted.

The other two taurs came to the door and banged on it; then all turned their backs to it and kicked it as strongly as they could; the door, however, was made of solid wood, and nothing happened. 

"What are we to do? What is this place?" one of them asked the mare.

"Come here, I am in heat!," Nara yelled.

As she was uttering these words, the door on her side of the pen opened and two human girls appeared, one white as a ghost, the other more like a centauress, but with two legs instead of a fine equine body. Linda turned Nara's ring off and said: 

"Nara, dear, you will have to wait; these males are too agitated, they could hurt you." She gave the mare no time to think; turning to Beau, she whispered:

"Take her to the next pen, hook her and wait for me. I will come soon and turn your ring on, as I promised." Beau obeyed; Linda turned to the captured males and heard their anguished voices. They were all talking at the same time, their hands on the grid, shaking it violently, but it was well placed and resisted the assault.

"Who are you? And why are we here? We want to go out!" 

"You are in Master's farm," said Linda calmly. "And you'd better get used to it, because you will stay here a long time," she added, taking a good glance at the muscular bodies of the males. "There is food in the trough and water in the big bucket. Bye!"

The centaurs yelled at her as she closed the door behind the grid and disappeared, leaving them in the darkness. They bucked, kicked the walls and the wooden door, but nothing helped; there was no way out. Finally, after a useless fight, they became tired and began to search for the food. 

"Here," said the biggest male as he found the trough. The other two approached; apples and carrots disappeared quickly in their mouths. The sedative that had been spread on the fruits made a quick effect; soon they felt sleepy and somewhat dizzy. They lay themselves on the hay covered ground, hoping that somehow the obstacles would vanish and that they could go back to the wood.

About half an hour later, the centaurs heard a noise and opened their eyes. Two creatures like those they had just seen were approaching them; they tried to stand up, but were too dizzy to do that.

"Excellent specimens," said a voice. "Each one can easily fetch twenty thousand dollars when tamed."

"Let's collar them quickly," said the other voice.

The centaurs felt something closing around their necks; it was the special metal collars that James had prepared. The men attached strong chains, twelve feet long, to the pole that stood in the middle of the pen; then they put the loose end of each chain through a ring on the side of the collars and clasped a padlock to it. The centaurs would be able to walk into the pen, but not reach either the door or the grid.

"Done," said Sean. "I suppose we will take some weeks to tame these creatures."

"The Sargent will be pleased," said James. The centaurs stayed on the ground, half asleep; they heard the sound of the door closing after the men, and it was all silent again. 

29. One, Two, Three... Fourteen

Two or three hours later, when they woke up from their sleep, the males found themselves chained to the hooks. They were furious; wrestling with their collars, they tried to tear them up and free their necks; they pranced and bucked and kicked, but soon discovered that they could do nothing about it. Then the door behind the grid opened and a man appeared. He turned on a commuter on his side of the grid and suddenly a bulb on the ceiling shed a flood of light into the whole pen. The centaurs blinked, momentarily blinded by the strong light.




The Centaur Ranch Pt. 05



"Welcome to my farm," said the man. 

The centaurs rushed to the grid, but were stopped by a hearty tug: the chains had stretched completely and stopped them.

"Let us go back to the wood!" shouted the biggest male.

"No way," said the voice. "You are to remain here and learn to obey humans. I am Master, and I expect you to do as I say. Or..."

Sean pressed the control and sent a small shock on their necks. The centaurs were taken by surprise by the sudden pain; they bucked and put their hands to the collars, trying to pull them out. 

"It is useless, my friends," said the man. "There is a bad bug in these collars, and it will bite your neck every time you disobey. Understand?" And he pressed again the control; a stronger shock made the centaurs jump and the chains tingle. They looked to the man in awe.

"You are strong, healthy centaurs," said the man. "We need you to carry us and to help us in our tasks. You will learn to do this, and, if you are obedient, there will be plenty of food and even some females for you. If you are stubborn and do not obey your master's orders, the bug will bite you again and again. I don't want to hurt you, but you have to cooperate. Now, lift your arms, let's see if you can follow orders."

Two of the centaurs lifted their arms, fearing a new shock. The biggest one stood still; his dark, intense eyes glared with anger and hate. 

"Lift your arms," said Sean calmly. The centaur spat on the floor and kept still.

Sean pressed the control and sent out a maximum voltage shock. It was enough to throw the huge male to the ground; he gasped and tried once more to pull out the collar from his neck. 

"Stand up and put your hands over your head," said Sean in a stern tone. 

The centaur's mouth was open, in an effort to take in more air. He stared at Sean, slowly lifted himself from the ground, and put his hands over his head.

"Good," said Sean. He took some apples from his pocket.

"I will throw one to each of you; you may catch it and eat it. And understand once for all: if you obey, you are rewarded; if you disobey, you are punished."

He watched as each centaur grabbed the apple in the air and munched on it. 

"Now you will circle this pole until I tell you to stop," said Sean, his hand on the control. The centaurs, still taken aback, began to walk; the chains became shorter and they were drawn to the pole. Their dark bodies were pressed together; they were panting from fear and nervousness, their hearts were thumping in their chests, and a strong smell of male musk filled the air. Sean inspired it in a long breath as he took a good glance at their powerful rumps and slush tails. He was pleased to see that their plan had worked. "Captured like rabbits," he thought.

"You are doing well, my friends. Now you go the other way round, until the chain is stretched again."

As the centaurs obeyed, he went on: 

"You will receive new names here in my farm," he said. "You"- he pointed his finger to the biggest male – "will be One; you, Two, and you, Three. I am to be called Master. Understand? Now, One, say, "yes, master."

One hesitated a bit and received a small shock on his neck.

Sean heard his hoarse voice: "Yes, master."

"Very good! Now you, Two! And you, Three!"

The other males repeated the required words and got more apples from Sean's pocket. 

He spent about one hour teaching the centaurs to follow commands: arms up, turn back, come together, separate, and so on. Then he turned off the commuter, closed the door without a word and left them again in the darkness.

The centaurs were too stunned to react. They stood there stupefied, pacing the small pen in every direction, touching their collars and the chains, and pondering on what had happened to them. Then the man who called himself Master reappeared, this time on the wooden door, which they could not reach anyway. The light went on again; they saw that the man was not alone. Another one was with him, a basket in his hand.

"When I come to see you, you lift your heads and say, "Good morning, master," Sean said curtly, his hand on the control.

The centaurs complied. Sean felt a little spasm in his cock. "There we go" he thought. "A few more days, and they are broken in."

"Very good," said Sean. "This is Pedro, a friend of mine; Pedro, these are One, Two and Three, my new centaurs. You will obey Pedro as if he were I; look, I am giving him the bug's master. If you disobey him, or do him any harm, the bug will bite you very hard and you won't like it at all. Now, Pedro, put their food on the trough; I want you three to put your hands on your heads as he does it."

The centaurs looked at Pedro. One's wish was to jump on the man and kill him, but he had learned the power of the bug. He kept still, his hands on his head, and the other centaurs imitated him. Pedro put the food in the trough; then he opened a tap and filled again the water bucket.

"Now I will come near you and touch your coats. If anyone tries any trick..." said Sean. 

He made a few steps and put his hand to One's flank. The centaur shivered, but did not react. Sean rubbed his hand on the side of the big equine body, feeling the muscles under the soft coat. Then he touched the male's belly and followed the line of the abs muscles; the centaur kept still. The man's fingers rubbed gently his torso and felt the strong biceps.

"You are learning fast, One! Here is your reward," said Sean and gave him a carrot. "Now you say, ‘thank you, Master', as a well mannered centaur has to."

One grabbed the carrot and said in a low voice: 

"Thank you, Master." 

"Pedro, give them a good shower with the hose; they are stinking!" Pedro took a hose from a shelf on the wall and attached it to the tap. The centaurs were taken by surprise as the cold jet of water reached them; they tried to escape it, but stopped as Sean shouted:

"Quiet! Beware of the bug!"

Then Pedro grabbed a brush and brushed vigorously centaurs' the coats. Sean watched closely to see how they would react, but the feel of the brush was not disagreeable; they let the man do his work, looking eagerly to the trough where he had placed their food. Sean said: 

"That is all right, Pedro. We can leave them now."

He turned off the light and the door banged after him.

As the centaurs were eating their meal, a tempest broke outside; they could hear the thunders and the heavy drops on the stable roof, but, to their surprise, the water did not reach them.

"Hey, we are dry here, as if we were in a cavern", said Two.

"It's true!" added Three.

One munched his carrots as the other two were talking. He hated to be linked from his neck to that thing (he did not know what the name was, it tingled when he moved), and the bug's bite was certainly painful. But, if being in that place could protect them from the feared thunders, then it would be less horrible than it seemed.

"Do you think that we will really have a female, as the man said?" asked Three.

"I don't know; he made the bug bite us," said One.

"But he also gave us food and water," said Two.

"Big deal!" snapped One. "Anyway, we have to wait, and try to discover some means of escaping from this place."

But they did not escape. During the following days, in fact, the smell of a female in heat came to their nostrils several times; from the kicking on the walls, it was obvious that others of their kind had fallen into the same trap as they had. They could hear the muffed sound of their voices, but the shouting gradually decreased. 

For, in the few days following their arrival, eleven other males had been attracted to the welcoming stable. Sean and James had collared them, then the first steps in taming had been taken. Beau was charged with that task; as usually, she did a good job: the centaurs learned to follow simple commands, and to associate obeying with good apples and carrots. They had been named in sequence: Four, Five and so on, until Fourteen. 

As the scent on the stones scattered around the farm began to dry and lose its power, no more males were captured. Thus Sean ordered the opening to be closed and the wired fencing removed. 

A week later, Beau came the office to tell Sean that the new males seemed ready for some outdoor training. Sean touched her cunt over her pants:

"Good work, Beau. By the way, I see that Linda has kept her word; you don't seem so tense with desire as I had seen you lately."

"Yes, master, she has," smiled the mulatto girl. Since the day she had received her pussy ring, she had taken to call Sean "master". 

"I think you will stay with the ring on for some time, Beau. We have put one on the other volunteers, too. And I must say that it looks very pretty on you."

Beau nodded. She had grown accustomed to the sensation of the ring on her pussy; the little chain had seemed a bit strange in the first weeks, but now she was used to that, too.

"Next step will be to train them in pulling and obeying reins," Sean continued. "They will receive rings on their nipples; Dr. Wilkins thinks that they will be more manageable if the reins go from their nipples instead of from their collars. I will need your help to fix them; please fetch that bag and follow me."

They went to the stable and opened the first pen. One, Two and Three lifted their heads as they had been taught: 

"Good morning, master!"

Sean smiled to himself. Black centaurs were black centaurs, the thought; even if brought in by force, the strand of obedience in their minds could be activated without much effort.

"Today is a great day, my friends. You will receive a special ornament on you; then you will be let out and work with my helpers, who will train you and teach you all that a centaur has to know."

A quick thought flashed through One's childish mind: as soon as he saw himself out from that hideous place, he would kick the man and run back to the forest. 

"Yes, master," he said.

Sean smiled at the expression of hope that illuminated the centaur's face: he had guessed the lad's intention. He approached the male and touched his chest.

"You will receive a ring here, and one here," he said. "The fillies will love them. I haven't forgotten my promise to let you cover one, but you have to be sexy, or they will prefer another male."

One hesitated; he was not sure if the man was not cheating him. But Sean didn't give him time to think; he held the chain from the centaur's snug collar and pulled him towards himself. 

He took the anesthetic spray that Beau handed him, sprayed some on the lad's left nipple, held it with two fingers and pinched it with a sure coup of the surgical pliers he had used both in the females cunts and in his stallions' nostrils. The centaur felt a sensation of itching on his soft skin and made a movement to step back. Sean looked sternly at him:

"You are a big centaur, One! You can surely stand a little pinch on your chest? What will the others say if you begin to cry, like a small colt?"

These words had the expected effect: One stood still, his lips tightly pressed, while the man inserted a two-inch wide ring in his nipple and clasped the sides together. Then he repeated the operation on the right nipple; the centaur touched the rings and felt the cold metal.

"They are fine on you, One! Now you, Two."

The centaur closed his eyes and felt the pinch; in less than one minute, the two steel rings were shining on his black chest. Sean noticed with satisfaction that Three walked to him without his commanding him; he grinned and bit his lips as the pliers pierced his nipples, but did not utter a sound. Sean felt his cock swelling in his pants: the centaurs were now branded. He knew how important it was for them to see on their bodies, and on the bodies of others like them, things to remind them of the difference between their former free life in the woods and their new condition. It helped to press into their childish minds the notion that they were owned, that their duty was to serve and please their human masters.

"Beau, clip reins to One and Two, and tell Pedro and Jorge to take them out. We are going to brand the other males. Your turn will come soon, Three; just stay here and wait."

The girl passed two leather reins through the males' newly acquired rings and unhooked the chain from their collars. The farm lads came into the pen, took the reins and pulled lightly; One and Two felt the sting on their nipples and walked behind the men.


Kumbo and Matombo had piled some four hundred pounds of stones on two carts and left them at a short distance from the stable. Of course, they did not know what was inside the locked corral, nor did Sean care to tell them.

One had expected to see the opening in the fence, then run and disappear into the wood. He turned his head to where the opening had been; as he saw the continuous fence and no sign of the wired wall through which they had entered that cursed pen some days before, he looked puzzled and stopped.

He felt a pull on his chest and groaned. The man was talking to him: "If you walk close to me, the leash will not hurt you. Just let it loose, this way" – and he showed the centaur the right distance. They walked to the carts; Pedro and Jorge took harnesses and circled the centaurs' waists twice with it. The harness was fitted into the proper place on the front part of the cart; the men passed the reins under the armpits of the centaurs, told them how to hold the handles, crept on the seats and shouted: 

"Whooooa!"

Two began to move, but One stood still. He could not believe that the opening had been closed, and that his hopes of running away had been frustrated. Pedro did not hesitate: as the centaur was securely attached to the cart by the waist harness, he slapped his rump with a riding whip. One turned his head back, amazed and angry. The man's arm was lifted, the whip clearly visible in his hand.

"Move on, boy!"

One was so shocked at having been whipped that he made some steps forward. The cart was heavy; the centaur's muscles could be seen under the skin of his torso as he pulled slowly the loaded wagon for some hundreds of yards. Two had arrived at the end of the path, and Jorge had made him turn one hundred and eighty degrees to come back to the stall. As One crossed him, he lowered his head; he felt ashamed of being there, attached to a cart and being prodded by the man sitting behind him. But there was no alternative; the humans were smarter, and he had better obey them, or the bad bug would bite him again.

The exercise lasted two hours. Meanwhile, all the other centaurs had received nice rings on their nipples; they were brought in turns to the open area and taught how to pull a cart. Sean came to see how they were faring; as the exercise seemed to be going well, he decided it was a good time for some pleasure with Beau. He took her to the office, ordered her to lower her pants and turned her ring on.

The mulatto girl began to move her hips in a circle, as the waves of heat flashed through her body. Sean motioned for her to lie down on the couch; he folded her knees, held her ankles and penetrated her in a single thrust. His cock slid all the way into her drenched pussy; he could hear the noise of his balls slapping against her firm ass cheeks. She milked his cock as she had learned to do, feeling the member rub on her pussy walls. 

Sean pumped harder and harder, moving fast, his hips slapping against her. She was delicious, he thought as he licked her brown nipples; semen was oozing from his cock head. Then, in a strong movement, he came in her; she closed her legs behind her master, trying to take the most from the cock. 

But Sean had come out of her and was motioning for her to lick his member clean. Beau obeyed; the touch of her lips was like silk on the man's dick, and he felt as it stiffened again. He moved to her cunt and sucked firmly on the wet lips; then he turned her on her belly and put his cock to the tiny brown hole between her cheeks. 

She was tight there; he did not want to hurt her, so he went slowly but firmly, until his entire member had slid into her anus. She arched her body up to receive him, moaning softly as he caressed her clit with his hand. The contractions on her belly sped up; Sean was tugging tenderly her chain, which aroused her a lot. She came with a strong spasm, licking her master's hand as she let the accumulated tension flow out. Sean held her in place and pumped into her; in a few moments, he came too. His thick jet inundated her colon; he kissed softly her ears and the back of her neck.

"You are very, very good, Beau... I am proud of having you among my personnel here."

She smiled and let the farmer lick her back. Then he stood up and said: 

"Tomorrow I will saddle those centaurs and ride one. You will proceed with the training until they are ready for the policemen. Understand?"

"Yes, master. Trust me, I am good with the centaurs."

She dressed herself and left. Sean let himself stay in his wide leather armchair for about half an hour; he was extremely pleased with the way things were going on in his farm. 

30. One's initiation

The next day, as Six and Seven were taken to the carts, Sean entered the pen where the first three centaurs were being kept. One was fumbling with his rings, still appalled that they would not go out when pulled. Sean smiled as he perceived the glinting from the rings under the ceiling bulb. 

One looked at the man who called himself his master. A dim memory of the shocks that had sent him to ground flashed through his mind; he put his hand on his waist and asked:

"When are we going back to the wood?"

Sean ignored the question:

"You don't ask questions; I will tell you all that you need to know. I want you to line up; we have to shave your heads, so you are clean when you go to work."

The three centaurs moved to form a line. Something in the voice of that human meant that he was talking seriously; Two and Three had received only light shocks, but they had seen how One, the strongest of them, had been thrown to the ground with a mere bite of the bug.

Sean walked up and took a straight razor out of his pocket, while a trainer held a bucket of water. He soaped up One's head and started to shave it with the sharp blade. The centaur felt the cold water on his skull, and then something scraping his head; he made an involuntary movement to take it from the human's hand.

"Be still, I don't wish to cut you." Sean's voice was as cold as the water he had spread on the male's head. He rubbed it and held him against his chest, as he pulled the razor slowly but firmly. It glided over the black skin, cutting away the long, curly mane. 

"Very good, you are keeping still. You follow instructions well," he said, a tinge of irony on his tone. One watched as his hair fell to the ground, mingled with the lather of the shaving cream. He looked up:

"Why are you doing this to me, human? I prize my hair!"

"Keep still until I am done, and, if you don't want to feel the bite again, do not ever question what I am doing. I am your master! Your hair can become tangled in the harness; this is for your own protection."

As he finished, he rubbed One's head and felt the skull bones under his dark skin. He let his fingers glide softly down his neck, feeling the snug collar around it.

Then he moved to Two and Three, and repeated the operation. The centaurs looked puzzled at heir hair on the ground, which a trainer was sweeping and putting into a bag.

"Link these animals together, we have work to do! Tell Jorge to shave the others and to put the hair somewhere to dry; we will use it later."

"Very well, sir," said the trainer, as he clipped a three-foot long chain to One's collar, then hooked it to Two's; holding his head with one hand, he clipped another chain to it and hooked it to the collar on Three's neck. 




The Centaur Ranch Pt. 05



Sean slapped One's rump:

"Now you will circle this post. You have to learn how to work as a team." 

The centaurs began to walk, but, as they had never done that, their stride was uneven, and they kept banging on each other's bodies. Sean yelled:

"Pay attention, or you will walk on your fellow's hooves! Go slowly until you learn how to do it."

Walking very slowly, the centaurs managed to make a full circle around the post. They repeated the movement several times; then Sean ordered them to go in the opposite direction. Three made a mistake and stayed behind the other two; he felt a hearty tug on his neck as the chain on his neck stretched to full extension – the other centaurs were a step ahead.

"Together, together! Don't look down at your fellows' feet, just feel as he walks, and follow! You can do it, I am sure... Every centaur in this farm can. Keep walking!"

Sean was pleased to see how they plied to his command, their faces showing an unusual expression of concentration as they tried to adjust to each other's pace. He said to himself that it was enough for a first exercise in team walking; he opened the door of the pen and said: 

"Now out!"

The bright daylight blinded the centaurs for some moments; they blinked and walked out in the area before the stable.

Sean whistled for them to stop. He moved to One, clipped his collar chain to the fence and put his hands on his nipple rings, feeling his firm, muscular chest under his fingertips. The centaurs looked magnificent, their dark bodies next to one another, their black fur almost purple in the direct sunlight of the midmorning.

For the first time since he had come into the pen, the centaur did not react at the feeling of a human hand on him. He let Sean caress his chest and flanks, while he looked again to the place where the opening had stood. He could not figure out how it has disappeared.

Pedro, Jorge and another farm hand approached them and threw blankets on their tops; each of them held a worn-out saddle on is other hand. 

One sniffed the strong smell of polish and leather of the saddle; then he felt a wave of rage going up his chest. He bucked and kicked his hind legs; as he tried to prance, the small chain held him, only to increase his anger.

"I don't want any of your human things on me!" he yelled.

Sean took out the control from his pocket and sent a medium shock to his neck. One seemed to suffocate and put his hands to his neck, trying to pull out the collar.

"Stop that! The saddle is for me to ride on you."

Not in his wildest nightmares had One imagined that someone would ever be on his back; as a wild centaur, he didn't even know that men rode horses. He stared at his master, bewildered, as the trainer cinched the saddle buckle under his belly.

Sean brushed his chin and clipped a pair of leather reins to his nipple rings. One was trembling; he heard the man's calm voice again:

"I am going to put my foot on the stirrup and go up on you. Don't move, I want you to get used to my weight." And he did as he had said. Two and Three were already saddled. One looked at them and saw a human straddling each of his fellows; they kept still, and One thought it was better to imitate them. The man was strongly built; he could sense his legs closed on his flanks, his hand caressing his shoulder as he just stayed there. 

"Calm down! You are a strong lad, you can certainly carry your master with no effort!" He brushed his hand on the just shaven skull and felt it rough under his palm. 

"Now, when I kick your sides like that" – Sean gave a hearty kick with his heels on the soft sides of the centaur – "this means, move on." One made a step forward and stopped.

"Very good, now try to walk."

One was tense, his muscles showing under his neck skin, his shoulders bent forward. He walked slowly to the end of the area, then felt a sting on his left nipple.

"When I pull the rein to a side, you turn to that side, understand? Now let us go back to the pen."

He made the turn and walked. Sean was glad to see him becoming more manageable; but the centaur had no idea of how to carry a person, and he bounced his body as he moved. Sean had to move to the sides to keep his balance. 

He took a carrot from his pocket and handed it to the centaur, his eyes on the other two, who were carrying their riders along a parallel line. One grabbed it and munched on it. 

"See, you are doing very well!" said the man. "Now, try not to bounce so much, or your rider will have a hard time mounting you. Let's do it again."

One felt the heels on his flanks and set moving. The man spoke again: 

"When I talk to you, you answer me, and don't forget to call me Master."

One was feeling defeated. The opening was not there anymore; how could he escape, if no opening was in sight? He was carrying a human on his top, like his friends who had come to that cursed place. He had no choice but do what the man told him to, or that bug would bite him again. This much was clear to him. He heard himself saying:

"Yes, master."

"You are learning very well! You must have been the leader of your group." He had used the past tense on purpose, implying that now One occupied no longer that position. But the centaur hadn't enough intelligence to notice those subtleties of language; he kept walking, getting accustomed to carry those two hundred pounds on his back.

Sean clicked his tongue and pulled on the reins lightly. One felt a sting on both his nipples: 

"This is the signal for you to stop."

He stopped. The man had his hand on his shoulder; he could feel as his palm rubbed him. On his side, Sean was glad: the male was on his way to be tamed, and would certainly please his future owner.

"You are obeying me well. You will be a very good worker," he said.

One took a deep breath:

"Master, I don't want to be a worker. I want to go back into the woods, it is much better there..."

Sean's voice sounded angry and stern.

"Never say that again, do you hear me? You belong to me now, and I will train you. Besides, you know as well as me that you would starve and die in the woods, and ... you would never have a female there, as I know you have been defeated by stronger centaurs."

One opened his mouth wide. How did the human know that? Was he there, hidden behind some tree, as Matombo had kicked his chest and sent him aground? He lowered his head, puzzled; a long sigh escaped his mouth, and he stopped, stomping his front legs on the ground, puzzled. Sean said:

"Don't stomp! Who told you to stop?" The centaur felt the man's heels kicking on his sides and started moving again.

Sean was looking at his back, seeing how the dark skin moved, with the muscles underneath so defined and fluid. 

He heard the centaur's voice:

"Master... how do you know that Matombo won that fight?"

Sean held his breath. So, this lad had belonged to the same herd as Matombo, and had been expelled with the other males, after the customary fight for the females. Probably, Two and Three had been born in the same herd, as they had come together into the snare. He decided to try his luck:

"I know many things, One. For instance, that more males from that herd are now in my stables."

"Yes, master, the other two who are with me there also came from that herd." In fact, several of the defeated males from Matombo's herd had found their way into the welcoming pens, but One did not know about that yet. 

"I knew that, One... Trust me, I know many things, and this is why I am the master of this place. If you work hard, I will allow you to cover a female; if you are lazy and complain again, you will be punished. Do you understand that?"

As he was talking, they heard a powerful roar: Nine, who had been brought to the cart and was to be harnessed for the first time, had raised his front legs and was trying to kick the trainer who had brought him from his pen.

Sean pulled hard on One's reins and made him turn. He took the control from his pocket and sent a series of powerful shocks towards the centaur; then he kicked hard on One's flanks and shouted: 

"Quick! Trot!"

One was taken by surprise and obeyed; in a minute, they were by the unruly male, who was lying on the ground, gasping for air.

"Up, you!" Sean's voice had a cutting edge to it.

The centaur stood up and looked at the man in front of him.

"You do not raise up, ever! If you do it again, the bug will bite you so hard that you will regret the day you were born. Now I want you to repeat, ‘I must not raise up at any human', three times in a row."

"I ... I... will never... I will never raise up..." The fight in the centaur's mind was visible: on the one hand, the hate and anger that he felt; on the other, the fear and a feeling that the man was so much above him that he had only the choice to obey. He held his collar with his hands, trying to understand where the bug lodged. Uncertain of that, he repeated two more times the words the man had ordered him to say.

The sight of the male's shaven skull as he bent down his head, of the glinting steel rings on his nipples that made his chest stand out even more, caused Sean to feel a familiar bulge in his pants. He let his finger play with the centaur's rings, and was pleased to see that he did not react.

"Now you let yourself be harnessed, like a good black centaur, and pull that cart. And" – he turned to the trainer – "make sure he pulls double distance. I want this lad sweating, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," replied the man, and he pulled Nine by his collar. One watched as the big male let the leather straps be tied around his waist and held the handles of the heavy cart, loaded with two hundred pounds of stones. The farm hand sat on the seat and whistled: Nine took a deep breathe and began pulling the cart.

Sean had not dismounted from One's back. He kicked his flanks and the male moved on. He had noticed that the centaur had given no sign to recognize Nine; consequently, they did not come from the same herd. Maybe he was from the same group as his first centaurs; in this case, Kumbo and Ximbo would have been the winners in those fights. 

"Tell me, One. Are there many like you roaming around in the wood?"

"Yes, master."

"Nine came from a herd unknown to you? He was defeated too, but not by Matombo, nor by Banto," he went on.

At the mention of Banto's name, One shivered: Master really had been there, watching, as the males had left their native herd and fought to know who would have the mares.

"I have never seen him before," said One.

"Then he must have come from Kumbo's herd, or from some third one, not known to us yet," Sean thought to himself. He kicked the centaur's flanks and set him moving. He rode the black male for a whole hour in every direction inside the closed area he had destined for exercising Sargent Oliveira's new centaurs, sensing how his stride became smoother as he got used to carry a person. The farmer was a bit tired, and the bulge in his pants was growing. He directed One to the top of a small hill and said:

"I am pleased with you, One. You are smart, you have learned to obey! I am sure you don't want to be bitten by the bad bug." 

As he spoke, his hand slid along the centaur's human torso to the line where the fur started; it felt very sensual when touched. He noticed the sweat on his arms and shoulders, and put his mouth to the centaur's shaven skull. He took a deep lick at it, feeling the surface rough because of the tiny ends of hair that had been left on it. He breathed deeply: One did not seem offended by his licking.

"Now we will gallop uphill," he said. "Go!"

One was so happy to be allowed to gallop freely again that he barely noticed the man's weight on his back. As they arrived to the top of the small hill, he was panting profusely and almost out of breathe. Sean pulled up his reins and they stopped under a huge tree.

"That was very good. You've learned to run with a person on you. You will do this many times in the new place that you will go to. Now, look down the hill: do you see those tiny black points moving there?

"Yes, master."

"They are my other centaurs, working for me. There are many females down there; if you behave well and help me, you will be allowed to mate one soon."

One felt happy at the prospect of being with a female; after all, he was a grown-up centaur, and had he not been vanquished at that fight, he would have become a herd leader and have females as many times as he wished.

Sean caressed his skull. He was running that farm for more than a year now, but he still marveled at how easily black centaurs were taught to obey commands. This fine male had been fooled by a simple snare, captured and locked in a dark pen; some shocks and a lot of human applied intelligence after, there he was, standing under the tree shadow, saddled and collared, listening attentively to his master's words. 

Sean rubbed his collar and felt it drenched with sweat. He took his shirt off and pressed his body against the centaur's back, then reached around and played a bit with his nipple rings. The sweat on them made his fingers slide slightly; he felt the satin like touch of the black skin and shivered from pleasure.

"There are many males and females on my farm now; some, like you, came from the woods to live in a warm and safe place. Others were born here, as the males bred the females and they delivered. They are just as hard workers as the ones from the woods. And I am master to them all; I enjoy them all, as long as they obey me. This is what your kind was made for, One."

One let that bit of news sink into his head. Sean rubbed his cock on the line dividing the fur from the human torso and went on: 

"We are a big family, like the big groups in the woods; but instead of one centaur being in charge, I am. You all belong to me." 

One seemed not to notice the rubbing. He was staring at the scene beneath his eyes, the small black points coming and going on the fields. He understood that they were pulling carts, just as he and the others had.

Sean was getting more and more aroused as he rubbed his still clothed cock on that fine black skin. Then he made up his mind: he took it out and began to rub it on the lower part of One's back.

The centaur felt something different there and turned his head. Sean used his free hand to put it back to place: 

"Keep still, One... you have to learn to wait for your master."

His right hand moved fast, holding his cock against the taur's smooth skin. He was very aroused; he had not done this yet to any of his males, and the sensation was very good. He felt as his cum rose up his shaft and spurted from his dick onto One's back; he was reminded of the day he had met the first centaurs and cum on Dara's face, then made Kumbo lick it all.

One felt something sticky on his back and moved his muscles, uneasy. Sean gave him no time to think:

"Good, my friend! "Now we will go back to the pen; you have to be washed and fed, it is almost lunchtime."

He put his cock back into his pants and pulled the reins. One felt the sting again on his nipples; turning left, he began to walk down the hill, and they reached the stable without incidents.

That afternoon, the hair Sean had shaven from the centaurs heads had dried up. He ordered Beau to bring the bags that contained it to the welcoming stable.

"I want you to teach the males to tress this," he said. "When it is done, we will fit handles on the braids to make nice riding crops. And remember, you will spend the next few days teaching those beasts to obey a jockey."

Beau nodded. She was a good trainer, and many of the centaurs in the farm had learned to obey commands from her. But up to that day, she had trained only females; the four stallions – Kumbo, Matombo, Moleke and Ximbo – had been tamed either by Sean or by male farm hands. It would be a challenge to teach those big, wild males to carry humans.

She went to the stable and opened up the first pen. As she walked in, she saw the three big males chained to the post, half-asleep.

"Wake up, you!"

As the centaurs opened their eyes, she came near them.

"You know me already," she said. "From now on, I will train you into being ridden. But not today; first, I want you to learn something."

She took some of the hair from the bag she had brought with her and showed the centaurs how to make a braid of it.

One recognized the girl: it was she that had come with Master the day he had got the steel rings on his nipples. He looked at what she was handing him: it was their manes, those very manes that the man had shaven from their skulls a few days before.

He looked puzzled to the brown girl in front of him: 

"Isn't this our hair?"

"Yes, it is, and it will become useful when you finish doing what I am showing you."

She put some hair into each taur's hands and taught them what they had to do. Their wide fingers had some difficulty to do such a delicate work, but after some time they got the idea and prepared the hair as the girl had directed them to. She pulled hard the tresses to make sure that they were tight; then, without a word, she left them there and went to meet Sean.

"Here, master, they have done it."

"Good," said Sean. "Now take this to the workshop and tell Marcos to put handles on them. You keep one, one will go to Miss Linda, and one to me. As you train those animals, make sure to use the whip made from their own hair to speed them up. I don't have to tell you not to hurt them without reason, but I want you to be very firm with them. I want them ready in two weeks; then I will call Sargent Oliveira to take them out."

31. Sean fulfills his promise

Meanwhile, in the other parts of the farm routine went on as usual. Every morning, having washed themselves and brushed their teeth, the mares were taken to the milking shed; some milk was taken to the main house, some used for the breakfast of the personnel, and the remainder sent to the town to be sold at the dairy shop in a cart pulled by two male centaurs.

The store was in the main square of the small town. In front of it there was a pole for hooking horses – and centaurs. The two males would stay there, waiting patiently as the farm hand in charge sat to have a beer at the local bar. Very often, there were some other centaurs at the pole, their masters having sent them to bring things necessary for their farms. People stopped to watch the spectacle offered by the magnificent creatures, chained from their necks like horses, but talking to each other like human beings. After this time for rest, they would go back to the ranch to do what was required that particular day: chop wood, pull out thumps from the ground, move the big wheel on top of the well to bring out drinking water, and so on.

After milking, the mares were separated into two groups. The ones selected for the Cream Factory would be hooked to the wall and stimulated until their flasks were full with their scent; every week, the precious cargo was dispatched to California, to be used in the preparation of the aphrodisiac salve. Then they would be harnessed to carts and join the other females already working in the fields, or be mounted by farm hands to do errands.

In the foalry, colts and fillies were washed and fed; in the big house, the ebony girls, now turned into maids, helped with the necessary chores. They still carried their pussy rings and chastity belts; every two or three days, they were opened, scooped for their secretion, and allowed some time unbelted, for hygiene and eventually for some play among themselves. 

That morning, as James, Sean and Linda were having breakfast, two of these volunteers were pouring some centauress milk into their bowls. They were barefoot, their breasts exposed, and under their skirts, which came down to their calves, the belts were securely locked. The topic of what to do with them was bought up by Sean:




The Centaur Ranch



"Get the saddle for this one," said Sean. "I want to take her for a ride." 

Dara stared at the girl's sleek body as she came back with something in her hands. Linda saddled her and passed the reins through the ring on each side of her collar. The mare felt the woolen touch of the blanket on her back and the different touch of the metal buckle on her soft belly; stirrups were dangling from her sides. She was confused; she felt that something very important had happened to her and to her comrades, something that would change their lives forever, but she could not tell what. As an almost adult centauress, she had animal instincts and the intelligence of a human child of ten yeas; she could speak, formulate ideas, understand what was requested from her, but she was not able to anticipate, from such a novel situation, what its outcome would be. And all that gear was new to her - the collar on her neck, now the riding leather saddle, the locks on the doors... all those things humans could make, and knew how to use...

She felt as Sean jumped on her, and his clear, firm voice telling Linda:

"They have to be fed. Here are the keys to the locks; go and bring them vegetables, bread, fruits, whatever we have at home. You can play with them, but be respectful: they are our guests." Dara could not see, but he winked to the girl. "Guests, you bet," he thought. Linda winked back and went on to feed the centaurs.

Sean sat straight and slapped Dara's rump, pulling the reins close: he could see that the mare felt confused with them. He explained to her how they worked: tug on a side, turn to that side; a pull meant, "stop." He directed her to the low fence surrounding a field.

"You will need to jump when I signal, Dara."

She lifted her head as he pulled the reins; her hands touched them, where they parted from the ring, trying to get loose from the snug collar.

"Calm down, dear! You must obey the reins; they show that you are special, worthy of your master. Those centaurs roaming there in the forest don't have any reins, or a nice collar like yours... Now, jump!"

The centauress took impulse and jumped easily over the fence. She turned her head and looked proudly to Sean, her face glaring with joy.

"I did it!" she exclaimed.

"Of course you did! You are young and healthy... you will bring much pleasure to your master, Dara! Now, when I strike you with my feet, that is a signal for you to run... Soon I will let you jump again." 

He was choosing carefully his words. He had not said, "you will jump," but "I will let you jump." He had introduced the word "obey," and she had given no sign of being offended. She was docile, he thought; good sign... he would go slowly, asking one thing at a time, until she would be completely broken in.

He kicked his heels on Dara's sides and she began to gallop in a steady pace. He could feel her strength, her marvelous flexibility under him, and his excitement grew. She was clearly enjoying the ride, carrying his broad frame with no apparent effort.

"It is fun to carry you," she said as she felt his loosening the reins.

"Yes," he snapped. "Fun, yes, but you are meant to serve your master..." He pulled the reins to slow her down. "You trust me, and follow my instructions. You do what I tell you to do... Now, see that creek? You will jump it!"

She felt the kick on her flanks and raced towards the creek. She jumped over it easily: jumping was something she was used to. A hard pull on the reins made her slow down again; she breathed heavily from the racing, small drops of sweat appearing on her forehead. She heard the voice behind her head: 

"You will learn to listen to my will, Dara. You are quick to learn, and beautiful too: so strong ... Listen: a master must take care of your kind, keep you warm and well fed. Now follow my reins!"

He was pleased to see that she had listened attentively. He led her though a winding path in the woods; they were still in the farm grounds, as his plan was not to let them out of them for a long time. Then they arrived to another meadow.

"Will you ride the others too, master?" he heard her voice asking.

"I must be master for all of you, Dara. You all need shelter and food. And you will be my best servant, Dara!"

"What is servant, master?"

He made her to halt.

"A servant is one who serves... He is in harmony with his master, does what is necessary for him, and feels happy with that... This is what a servant is."

He dismounted and stretched his hand. 

"Lick my hand, Dara!"

She stretched her wide, wet tongue, and licked it.

"Very good..."

She felt as he caressed behind her ear. Things were a bit difficult to understand, but the human seemed kind. He had given her and her companions those nice ornaments; he had told the human girl to feed them. She repeated inwardly the word "servant." That caress on her ear was arousing her; she felt a wave of desire inside her young belly. Then she opened her eyes and saw Sean naked in front of her. 

His member was hard; his hands cupped her breasts and felt their volume. She was not busty; her tits were round, with darker nipples on a brown aureole. She saw the man's dick erect in front of her; she touched it with her hands, quite naturally, led by her feminine instincts. She folded her front legs and sniffed it. It was clearly a male's member, she thought, although less conspicuous than the ones her own species had under their bellies. 

Dara had just began her period of heat. In her mind she remembered how Kumbo had gone behind her and tried to grab her shoulders; she was still willing to have a male inside her. Actually, that would be the first time she would be covered. So she had not found strange to see the human's cock, and her instincts had told her that this could replace Kumbo's. She heard the voice of the human: 

"Try to put you lips on it, Dara."

She was amused by the suggestion. She had never touched a cock with her mouth. What would it taste like? Her lips came on it; she opened her mouth and began to lick it. It was somewhat salty, but not disagreeable.

Sean let her work on his cock for a while, feeling the most agreeable sensations. She had a soft tongue, and was clearly pleased by this novelty. He caressed her head as she licked it on all sides, and then inserted his member in her mouth. "You don't bite it, it is not a carrot!," he joked. "Just suck it as if it were a finger, ok?" Dara nodded and sucked obediently on her master's cock. Sean sighed in pleasure; he could not believe that the girl could be so complying. 

After a while he took his member out of her and walked behind her; he lifted her tail and watched the dark lips opening and closing. He rubbed his finger on the open slit and felt how quickly it reacted, wetting his finger with a creamy substance. Dara breathed faster; she was feeling aroused by that caress on her labia, and clearly was offering her still untouched pussy to the human. Sean he found the button at the parting of the labia and pushed down its hood. It was not a mare's pussy, but a woman's; bigger in size, but still definitely human. She was opening it fully now, her hind legs spread open, her fine ass exposed as she kept her tail on top of her back.

Sean entered her gently, and felt as she clenched her cunt muscles on his cock. He slided it to the deepest, felling his balls against her soft rear. She moved back and forth, her hind quarters trembling with pleasure. He could feel himself pulsating in her, her tight walls pulling him in. Dara was having much pleasure too; her juices had a heavy scent. Sean felt her wetness, as she contracted her belly muscles; he pushed in harder and faster... she moaned... 

And suddenly Dara felt as if something had taken her from within; waves of pleasure shook her whole body, as she arrived to the climax. She sent out a long whining, deep from her horse nature, and Sean moved out of her. Back to her front, he rubbed himself against her face; in a minute, he had come on her cheek, groaning loudly. She felt the load coming, the sticky touch of it on her cheek, nose and chin. He kept rubbing his cock on her face until it got limp: the softness of her skin was an excellent reliever for the tension he had kept pent up for so long – from the moment, he recalled, he had touched her for the first time, hours ago. 

"Lick me clean now, Dara," he said.

She obeyed him, feeling the new taste on the cock: her nectar and her master's cum added up to a savory mixture, and she gave the human's cock long, loving licks.

"You a are a true servant now, Dara... You have served well, like you were meant to."

She uttered again the long, proud whining. Sean looked up to the sky: heavy clouds were gathering quickly, announcing the incoming tempest.

"We must return," he said, jumping on her back. "Quickly, to the stables!





The Centaur Ranch



The girl was aroused at the idea of playing with the magnificent black male. She took the key and went outside. She opened the stall door and saw the centaur curled on the straw, deeply asleep. She rubbed her foot on his side to wake him up:

"Come, Kumbo, time for some work!"

The centaur opened his eyes and saw the girl. He knew her already: she had brought them food that afternoon. He stood up, sniffing her with his wide nostrils. Linda clipped deftly the chain to one of the rings on his neck collar and tugged gently.

"Come on, you!"

The centaur was surprised to feel her tug. He had not noticed her move, and now, as he saw the other end of the chain in the girl's delicate hand, he felt uneasy. She tugged again, looking into his eyes; he emitted a deep sound from his throat, making Linda fear for a moment that he would hold back, but he followed her to the females' stall.

As they entered, Sean said: 

"You are a healthy lad, Kumbo! Now it is time for you to learn some new things."

The centaur stared at him.

"You have to say 'yes, master', Sean went on calmly.

Kumbo uttered the words that signed his submission to the human in front of him, and gasped loudly as Linda threw aside the blanket that had covered her body. The sight of the human female reminded him of Dara; he looked for her, saw her on the side of the stall, and his cock grew some inches under his belly. He made a movement to come near the centauress, the chain dangling from his collar. 

Sean looked straight into his eyes.

"No, Kumbo!" His voice had a commanding tone. He got up and grabbed the loose end of the chain; he hooked it to a hook on the wall, leaving sufficient length for the centaur to move around. Kumbo barely noticed it; his eyes kept fixed on the mare's body.

"Dara and Tonga here have learned to serve well," Sean went on. "But you must learn to serve the best of all, as I have seen that you are a leader for your brother and sisters. You will now learn how you please a human female."

Kumbo stared at him again. He sensed that the chain had been attached and touched it. He was nervous at being held by it, and his face showed an expression of discomfort.

Sean continued to talk:

"I have protected you from the rain and from the thunder, given you food and warmth. I also gave you the best of gifts, this shining collar to embellish you. Now I want you to understand that I expect you to be grateful and do what I tell you. You will work hard and well for me, and will be an example for every centaur of my farm! "

Kumbo blinked and frowned, in an effort to understand. Maybe, he thought, the human was right. He should be grateful, and show him that centaurs had pride and dignity in them. He felt better with this thought, and his face became less tense. He tried to remember what the human had said about how he should reply, and his eyes glared as the words came to his mind: 

"Yes, master."

"Very well, Kumbo! Now are going to learn how to serve your mistress. She pleases me, and you must please her. Dara and Tonga here will learn from the great service of Kumbo!"

The centaur made a step forward. Sean lifted his hand:

"Stand still until I command you!"

The centaur stopped, stunned. He licked his lips, his huge cock now in full erection: he was clearly very aroused. Sean savoured his mastery over this magnificent male, which he had talked into obeying a simple gesture of hand with his psychological ability. He saw again in his mind the picture of Kumbo's shaved head bending down for him to caress, a golden ring between his nostrils. He was sure that the centaur would make many foals in the docile females, starting his new herd, which would bring him wealth and pleasure. He pictured himself kicking his flanks and making him run to the command of firm reins. He smiled and said again:

"Still until I command you to move, understand that?"

He walked to the place Linda was kneeling, his eyes fixed on Kumbo. He guided the girl's head to his legs, her pussy exposed to the centaur's gaze. The two centauresses watched attentively as he spread his legs, holding the male still with his eyes.

The black centaur was thumping on the ground with his hind hooves, his chest muscles going up and down as the rhythm of this breathing increased. There was a fight raging in his mind: he felt the animal impulse to take that inviting, rosy pussy, but the firm gaze of the man held him in his place. He felt suddenly that that gaze was much stronger than the chain going form his collar up to the hook on the wall.

Linda started again to lick Sean's cock. He ordered Tonga to come and lick her soles again; Kumbo heard his calm voice saying: "Do you see the pleasures we can gather from an obedient servant, Kumbo? Tonga has understood her place here..."

"Yes, master," the centaur mumbled, as pearls of sweat covered his forehead. Sean felt it was time to let him relieve himself; he did not want to push him too far. Linda was giving him her soft mouth, her fine smooth hair waving on his thighs as she moved her head, delighted by the touch of the centauress' tongue on her feet.

"Your obedience will be now rewarded, Kumbo. Come forward and do as I tell you, so you can learn how to pleasure your mistress. Kneel down and put your mouth on her pussy; it is between her legs, as you can see. Tonga, you may step back."

The centaur stepped forward and folded his front legs. The chain stretched to its maximum as he plunged his face between Linda's ass checks, which were wiggling as she kept sucking Sean's dick.

Kumbo licked between the girl's legs and felt for the first time in his life the sweet taste of a human pussy. He licked her fast; his hands caressed her rear and legs.

"Dara, release his chain so that he can enter his mistress."

Dara was still surprised to see how Kumbo had let himself be chained with practically no resistance. She moved to the wall and took the chain from the hook. It was not held by any lock, as Sean had no intention to let the centaurs understand how a key works.

"Stand next to her and hold the chain on your hand, Dara. Remember, hold it well for master." He wanted Kumbo to make a relation between the chain and sexual pleasure, like Pavlov's dog had with food.

Kumbo lifted his eyes to the man sitting before him. It has dawned on his mind that he had to ask the human permission before he did a thing.

Sean understood his gesture:

"You will enter your mistress very gently, Kumbo. She must feel pleasure, not pain ... so just slide your tip in her."

Linda moaned as she felt the huge black cock forcing its way to the entrance of her cunt. She pressed Sean's with her lips.

"Now deeper, Kumbo!"

A long moan from the girl greeted his move as he obeyed. 

"Oh, my God!" She moved backwards to meet the centaur's member, her pussy soaking as he rubbed it against its walls. Kumbo had had some females of his species before, but this was quite different; Linda's pussy was smaller and tighter, and the constant pressure of the chain on his neck added something he could not quite understand, but was nevertheless an agreeable sensation.

The air was filled with sex scents. Kumbo went deeper; now his cock had penetrated to the end of the girl's canal, even if more than half of it was outside. They were approaching orgasm, as could be seen from the quicker rhythm of the thrusts and of the rear wiggling.

"Dara, bring me the chain," said Sean, "and kneel here."

The centauress did as she was told. He took the end of the chain on his hand and pulled lightly; Kumbo felt the tug and moaned, as he came near to climax.

Sean put a finger in the girl's mouth and moved it gently in and out, at the same rhythm of the centaur's movements. He began to rub his cock on the black centauress's face, feeling the smooth skin of her cheek. He motioned for Tonga to go back, which she did.

And then, almost at the same time, they came. Kumbo exploded in Linda, who felt the powerful load, thick and warm, inundating her inside. She clenched her muscles on the hard member of the centaur and let herself go, in strong, quick movements of her pelvis. And Sean wetted Dara's face with his cum, covering her nose, cheeks and chin with his white, sticky substance.

"Oh, this is great! Tonga ... come and lick me here ... ahh ... that's it, my dark beauty..."

Sean had an idea. Since his school days, he had wished to see a boy lick his cum, but had never dared to ask one to do it. He knew it was too soon to make Kumbo do it; he had been captured only hours ago. But his cum was now on Dara's face. World Kumbo lick it from there?

"Kumbo, Dara is wet ... Lick her clean!"

The centaur stared at him. He had seen the human unloading on her dear Dara's face; now he was being asked to lick it ... He felt a strong tug on the chain.

"Dare is wet ...you have to dry her."

Sean's gaze was directly fixed on the centaur's eyes. Kumbo lowered his eyelids; he was confused... Dara had let the human unload on her face... What did that mean?

"She cannot stay wet, Kumbo!" His voice was firmer now.

The male made a step forward, an expression of perplexity on his dark face.

"You have served very well, Kumbo. Now you must honor the gifts your master has given you, and care for my mare. Clean her, Kumbo ... clean her..."

The air was filled with electricity at that battle of wills, but there was no doubt as who would be the winner. Kumbo moved forward and sniffed Dara's face. Then he stretched his tongue and began to lick. Sean stayed there, savoring the mastery he had gained over the male, holding the end of the chain on his hand. He motioned for Tonga to come and lick his cock; he wanted to feel if there was any difference between the girl's tongues. In fact, Tonga's was a bit wider and longer, so that she used the middle part of it, while Dara had worked more, that afternoon, with the tip of hers.

He thought to himself: "It's enough for on night." He stood up and dressed himself. Linda did the same, and with her finger pointed to the centauresses each one's end of the stall. She pushed the division shut and locked it; then she followed Sean as he pulled Kumbo out.

"You have served very well, Kumbo. I am proud of you, and will give you an extra reward. This chain will remain on you neck for the night, so you can remember how good it was to please you mistress every time that you move your head."

He entered Kumbo's stall, giving him no time to reply. A small lock clasped on the chain's end as he deftly inserted one of its rings into the hook. It was loose, but firmly attached now. He got out and locked the door.

"Sleep well, my friend. Tomorrow will be a great day, and you will learn new, exciting things."

Kumbo curled himself on the straw, but could not sleep at once. He was feeling confused. On the one hand, the warmth of his stall was comfortable, and he had eaten more than he would have if he were loose in the forest. On the other hand, he was disturbed by the chain, and kept thinking on how Sean's firm gaze had maintained him on his place, although he had wanted to jump, first on Dara, then on the inviting human female knelling there in front of shim. He felt dimly that the human had some power that all his force could not counteract, but he was unable to understand why, much less how it produced its effects on him. Finally, he closed his eyes.

The moon was shining high on the sky as Sean and Linda walked back to the house.

"You see, Linda, it is in their nature to obey us. You just have to go step by step, and present every new demand as a privilege or a favour to them. Tonga, for instance, is not very bright, but she will be pleased to what you ask from her." 

"And Kumbo! That was amazing! How did you get him to lick your cum? He is a male, too!"

"Yes, dear, that is what he is supposed to do... There is obedience down in them. You just have to call it out, with intelligence and firmness. He was roaming free this morning, and now" – he looked art his watch – "only a few hours later, he is safely locked, wears a collar and has a chain hooking him to a wall. He is well into being tamed..."

"What do you intend to do with them?"

Sean gently rubbed his hand on her pretty rear. 

"Lots of things ... Raise their kind, for sure. Centaurs can be trained to do work requiring force, as they are part horses, and some intelligence, as they are part humans. We will have them breeding soon. And James will certainly come up with ideas, too."

"Oh, the foals will be nice to play with..."

"And profitable, as well. Domestic creatures are worth twice the price of wild ones, and their descendants will already have been born in captivity. Black centaurs, as you have seen, are a foolish species, and too docile to notice it. We will live on their seed ... Now, dear, good night. Tomorrow will be a busy day."