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The\nBrothel on the Borderlands

Authors Note

Felt\nlike beginning a series in an adult fantasy world. Watch out George\nR. R. Martin. I hope anyone that played D&D in the early 80's\ngets the title reference.

Chapter One: Ingrid and\nAgnes

I\nstood there in awe, watching the small procession of five Centaurs\nenter out little village on the plains, just two weeks after my 18th\nbirthday. It seemed like most of the village had also turned out as\nwell. Though the great wars between our human kingdoms and the\nCentaurs have been over now for almost three generations, they are\nstill uncommon enough and fearsome enough to warrant more than casual\ninterest anywhere they go in our lands. \n

They\nare huge and powerful creatures, superior in strength, speed and\nstamina to humans and equal in intelligence. They are not quite as\nlarge as our horses, which are a rarity these days anyway, but they\nstill outweigh us massively. The only thing they lack compared to us,\nis our numbers. Their leader is the chieftain of the Swift Hoof clan,\nknown as Gresham. Like all their kind during peaceful era's, he wears\nsimple leather armour on his torso and his horse like body is\nunclothed. They plan to bed down in our village before moving on to\nan annual political meeting deeper within the Kingdom. \n

It\nisn't the Centaurs that intrigue me the most most, however. It is the\nbeautiful dark haired woman riding naked on the back of their leader\nGresham. She looks to be about 30 years old. Everyone knows the\nstories of the human women that find lives as concubines for the\nCentaurs. They are greatly sought after amongst the Centaur leaders.\nI hear whispers amongst the villagers, not loud enough for the\nCentaurs to hear, obviously. “Whore... filthy slut!” “Dirty\nhorse beast lover!”

The\nCentaurs are being billeted for the night in the large storage barn\nin the middle of town, which is almost totally empty now since it is\nright before harvest. I sneak up closer to get a better look around\nthe corner of the barn. I gasp in shock as the beautiful naked woman\nthrows her leg over the Centaurs back and slides to the ground. Her\nass hole...it's obscenely stretched out! It gaped open large enough\nto push an apple through it as she swung her leg over. The woman and\nthe Centaur then go inside the barn as the four body guards remain\noutside to prepare the evening meals. I'm mesmerised now, and I know\nthat I shouldn't do it, but I cannot help it- I've never been able to\ncontrol my curiosity. I tiptoe my way around to the back of the barn\nand find the loose board that I know about. I often use it to sneak\nin and watch “Block Head Bill” and chubby Fatima (who I call\nFat-Ima) during their little private meetings. Once quietly inside I\nhide behind my usual hay bales and peek over the top. \n

At\nthis point I need to give some historical perspective for someone\nunfamiliar with our lands to make sense of everything that is\nhappening. \n

For\ngenerations the human kingdoms and the Centaur clans were locked in\nendless fighting. Even the relatively peaceful years were marred by\ncountless skirmishes and raiding. The waste in lives was immense.\nHumans took, by far the heaviest loss of life, but equally outnumber\nthe Centaurs many times over. Each Centaur loss is felt more keenly\nby them due to their lower numbers and a breeding condition that has\nexisted for as long as anyone can remember. Basically, the Centaurs\nare lucky if one in every five conceptions results in a successful\nbirth. The same issue faces our horses, resulting in horses being\nrare and excessively valuable- normally only owned by Lords and never\nanyone lower than an Earl. No one knows the cause of the Equine\nbreeding issues. So each Centaur loss in battle is hard to replace,\nwhilst human females can, and are encouraged to, pop a newborn child\nout every year. \n

On\nthe open plains the Centaurs could not be matched. Their strength in\nbattle, their speed and mobility when combined with the lack of\nhorses for mounted human troops resulted in many human slaughters on\nthe battle fields. The Centaurs could march ten times further in a\nday and link up clans to temporarily overcome the human superiority\nin numbers. The humans, on the other hand, would always fall back\ninto their lands to the west, and hunker down in the mountains. There\nthe Centaurs would find the passes blocked by walls of Pikemen and\nwalled fortresses that the Centaurs could not penetrate without heavy\nlosses. Soon the nomadic Centaurs would be forced to abandon their\ncampaigns and return to the plains to forage and cultivate.\nGenerations of fighting could not break the stalemate. \n

Finally\nwe got a generation where both sides each had a supreme leader with\nenough brain cells and influence to try and find a peaceful solution,\nrelatively speaking. Unfortunately the negotiations always kept\nbreaking down in one area where neither side could find compromise. \n

Over\nthe course of hundreds of years of conflict, the Centaurs developed\nthe tactic of raiding human low lands, taking what crops and items\nthey could carry and burning everything else. But the most valued\nprize of conquest was human women. Males would be killed, but the\nwomen would be rounded up and gang raped in victory orgies. For the\nCentaurs, human women are a tight and very pleasurable sexual\nconquest. The word for Human females in the Centaur language is\ndifficult to translate perfectly, but the closest matches are either\n“cock sleeve” or “cock adornment”. The pleasurable experience\nis not a reciprocated one. Centaur penis sizes range from 18 to 26\ninches, not quite as large as horses in length- but they are\nimmensely thick and generally cause internal injury to any human\nwoman they are forced into. If that's not enough, it is common in\nmany clans for the Centaurs to adorn their cocks with piercings to\nincrease the sensation for their own females. This is usually\nanything but pleasurable for human females. As if that were not bad\nenough, the nature of Centaur and human intercourse slams the final\nnail in the coffin. Under clan laws it is perfectly fine for Centaurs\nto take and keep “cock sleeves” as concubines. In fact it's a\nstatus symbol to have one. However, it is a great affront to the\nfemales of their species to have vaginal intercourse with their human\nconcubines. Largely because of their problems with conception and\ntheir religion. Intercourse with human females vaginally brings\nsevere punishment. So, Centaurs use their “cock sleeves” up their\nback hole. The males don't mind at all, since the ass hole is tighter\nand they can force more of themselves in deeper.

So\nthe mentioned rape orgies after conquests were brutal. For the vast\nmajority of women captives the first rough anal penetration by the\nimmense cocks would be fatal to an unprepared woman. Some would\nexpire fast, some would cling to life and be raped through the night\nin agony, suffering increasingly more severe injury. Some Centaurs\ncould be powerful enough to disembowel a captive with their cocks\nduring intercourse. Generally, 95 percent of captives died by morning\nfrom their internal injuries. Over the next few days half of the\nremainder would expire as well. The remaining 2.5 percent were strong\nenough to recover and survive. These women were taken back to their\nclans and sold as concubines. Some didn't last long, but some were\npurchased by important Chiefs and lived in luxury. Either way, the\nrarity of survivors, and the desirability of human women as\nconcubines, made them the single most valuable commodity for trade in\nthe clan lands. \n

So\nback to the peace negotiations. Naturally, most of the war like clans\nwere not prepared to give up their raiding for valuable “cock\nsleeves” for trading. There seemed to be no solution in site.\nFinally a solution presented itself. Laws in the kingdoms are harsh\nand punishments severe. Many crimes that may seem quite minor to more\ncivilised places could carry the death penalty in the Kingdoms. Such\nthings as infidelity after marriage for example, for both men and\nwomen. This resulted in a huge burden upon the penal systems. So the\nfirst solution was for the Kingdoms to send female prisoners, that\nare relegated to death row or life in a cell, to the Centaurs for\ntheir sentence instead. It was close, but not quite enough for the\npeace settlements. \n

The\nfinal part of the solution came from a General that suggested a\nsimilar system to that of their special Legion. The elite Kingdom\nLegion are some of the few troops respected by the Centaurs. Anyone\nwho joins has all history and crimes erased and spends life serving\nthe Legion instead. So, along the borders with the Centaur lands,\nfour special brothels were constructed to cater to the Centaurs. Any\nwoman reaching them, and entering, would have all history erased, no\nquestions asked. In return they are sexually prepared and trained, by\nthe brothel madame for relatively safe use by the Centaurs. Because\nless fatalities occur due to training and preparation, less women are\nneeded than the wasteful raiding. The brothels can also sell the\nwomen directly to Centaurs as consorts for the right price. The\nsolutions were trialled and worked well enough. At first, most women\narrived at the brothels because they were running from the law and\npreferred a chance there rather than risk being sent directly to the\nCentaurs as a sentence. Soon enough, the destitute, the poor and\ndesperate began to go there, knowing they would at least be well fed\nand live in more comfort than they knew before. These days, poor\nfamilies that have too many daughters instead of sons even take Crown\nmoney to sell their extra daughters to the brothel. Sometimes though,\nit is whispered, that a woman even goes there because she wants to. \n

The\nbeautiful concubine, the “cock sleeve”, is bending over some hay\nbales and wiggling her ass to entice Gresham. She is actually looking\nforward to him. Her ass hole is hanging open loosely, obviously\nhaving been heavily trained and used. You know that Fat-Ima often\ngets Blockhead Bill to push his cock up her big flabby ass and she\nseems to like it, but this is on a whole different level.

“Oh\nGresh, I've been looking forward to this all day! Come on baby, it's\nbeen a long ride”

I\nmove along my own hay bale to get a more side on view and have to\nclap my hand over my mouth to stop from crying out. The Centaurs cock\nhas slid out of its sheath. Oh my fucking god, it will kill her!\nThere's no way she can survive that! The only cock I've really seen\nis “Block Head Bill” (I call him that because he's a total idiot)\nwhen I watch him putting it into Fat-Ima. This Gresham is at least 24\ninches long and as thick as my leg just above the knee! Now I\nunderstand why the woman is so stretched and worn! But she is clearly\nlooking forward to it! \n

Gresham\nput his front hooves over the hay bale as well and lines up with her\nbroken ass hole. The woman reaches behind to help guide it in. It's\ntoo big! Even with all her wear it surely cannot go in? It does. The\nwoman shakes in delight.

“YES!\nGive it to me now, fuck me hard baby...I need it rough\ntonight...don't warm me up just pound it in...hard!”

The\nCentaur does what she asks for and drives forward into her hard! Then\nagain harder. \n

“Harder,\nyou know I can take it! You know I want it!”

The\nCentaur thrusts harder, I can hear the sickening noise it makes\nslamming into her ass. What is that I can see? I need to move around\nto the side more, it's risky but I need to get a more side on view.\nOh my god! Every time the massive cock thrusts into her, her belly\nbulges out! The cock is up to her breasts...she isn't taking all of\nit, she probably cannot quite do so, I'm not sure. There is only 4\ninches of cock left outside of her though! But no woman should be\nable to take this without serious internal injury! Slam! Slam! Slam!\nGoes the cock as it drives deep up into her guts.

“Ahhhhh,\nAhhhh fuck baby, harder I want it to hurt tonight!”

Again\nI have to cover my mouth for the next part. The Centaur thrusts his\ncock in, lifts his hind legs up and lifts the woman's hips up into\nthe air so her feet are off the ground. The she is now impaled,\nholding herself up by her hands on the hay bale at the front whilst\nher hips are held up by the huge cock in her ass hole. The woman is\ncumming! The Centaur puts her back down and repeats the thrusting ten\nmore times, lifting her hips up and suspending her by her ass hole.\nThe tenth time he squats slightly and causes her to begin sliding\nback down his immense shaft, slowly impaling her with her feet\ntwitching in mid air. Soon she is moaning loudly as her belly bulges\ndeeper, that soon turns to panicked groans that soon turn to\ndesperate shrieks...he's going to kill her! The final 4 inches are\nslowly going into her as her own weight makes her slide down the\nthick cock shaft.

“OH\nBABY that's enough...PLEASE!”

Finally\nhe drops her back onto her feet. He grabs her with his powerful arms\nand rotates her around on his cock so she is now facing up, supports\nher on the hay bale and drives back into her rapidly now so her belly\nlooks like its being pulverised! She has another orgasm. Shortly\nafter that the Centaur stops driving his cock in and pauses at\nmaximum depth. I can see her belly swell up more as his big cock head\nflares inside her and pumps her full of his seed. The woman throws\nher head back in bliss. When his cock stops pumping its semen, she\nagain lifts her head and looks up into his eyes. The huge flared head\nis now bulging her belly up to the same level as her tits!

“Baby...you\nknow what I feel like tonight?”

“You\nsure?...it hurts you!” The Centaur speaks for the first time.

“Do\nit! Mess me up tonight! Do it!”

The\nCentaurs cock is still flared massively inside her, he never the less\nbegins sliding it back. When the flared head is back below her navel\nhe drives it back in deep. The woman's eyes roll back in her head,\nbut she clings to consciousness and tells him to do it again. The\nsecond thrust has her crying tears of pain.

“Okay\nbaby...rip it out! Give it everything!”

The\nCentaur grasps her under her arms and rips her off his cock in one\nsavage movement. The oversized cock head is still flared and it pulls\nher rectum out of her ass hole so that it is prolapsed out 5 inches\nas the cock leaves! The woman sprays semen from her ass hole and\nsqueals in orgasm and pain at the same time. Rolling around on her\nback, she sprays urine into the air. Finally she stops thrashing and\nlays there on her back, spreadeagled over the hay bale with her\nprolapsed rectum hanging out still. \n

“Thanks\nbaby...I need that so much...”

“Tomorrow\nI'd like you to go out in the sling”

Whatever\n“going out in the sling” means, makes the woman's eyes light up\nagain in excitement.

“Yes,\nit would be my pleasure! I'll do it with pride”

“Okay,\nI have to go and talk to the village elder and give the guards their\ninstructions”

The\nCentaur leaves and the woman lifts her and looks towards me and\nspeaks. \n

“You\ncan come out now, I knew you were there right from the start- I saw\nyou. Did you like what you saw?”

No\npoint hiding, I step out to face her.

“You\nseemed to like what he did to you?” I ask her.

“Yes\nI enjoyed it very much. What's your name honey?”

“Ingrid,\nwhat is your name?” I answer, I cannot stop staring at her\nprolapsed ass hole which is still leaking the Centaurs semen onto the\nhay between her legs. She sees where I'm looking.

“Yes\nit's well and truly ruined isn't it? I've been taking very large\ncocks up there for a long time. How old are you Ingrid? Oh and my\nname is Agniezska where I come from, in these parts you'd say Agnes”

“I'm\n18 years old. Didn't it hurt to ruin your hole Agnes?”

“I\nwas trained and stretched at the brothel, which made it much easier.\nBut yes it hurt a bit early on, the more I got used to it, the more I\nliked it. I love what I do now. Gresham fucks me almost every day,\nthat's why I'm so worn down there. Did you like seeing me with\nGresham?”

I\npause to consider how truthful I should be. “Yes...it made me want\nit too!” I blurt out, relieved in a way that I said it. Then I\ncontinued on. “Why did you decide to do it when you started? I mean\nway back when you went to the Brothel”

“My\nfamily arranged a marriage for me, when I was about your age, to the\nlocal Lord. They received some land as payment. The Lord turned out\nto be a beast. After drunkenly fucking me on our wedding night, he\nthen decided to let his horse have a turn on me, he being lucky\nenough and wealthy enough to own one. The horse did it's work well\nand really enjoyed me. It left me badly injured” \n

She\ndraws my attention to her vagina, which I hadn't taken any notice of\nup until now. It is quite deformed and has been injured in the past,\nseemingly not from wear like her ass, but from forced entry.

“Oh...I\nsee...what did you do?”

“It\ntook me 2 months to recover from what the horse did to me. When I\ndid, I went to his bed when he was in another drunken stupor. I woke\nhim up by cutting his cock and balls off and shoving them down his\nthroat. Then I slit his throat once I was sure he had seen me and\nrealised what I'd done to him”

“Served\nthe prick right!”

“Quite\nso. But a wife murdering her husband, a Lord at that, well you know\nwhat it means I'm sure. So instead of waiting to be judged and sent\nto the Centaurs as a prisoner and probably be fatally raped, I chose\nto make a run for it and go to the Brothel on the Borderlands on my\nown terms”

“ And\nGresham? How did you end up there?

“He\nwas a client of mine at the brothel and came to really enjoy me, not\njust for the amazing pleasure I bought him, but also my conversation.\nHe eventually purchased me as his personal concubine...his cock\nsleeve as they say! Anyway, maybe you better move along, he may be\nback soon. He wouldn't hurt you as long as I say I asked to talk to\nyou. But you should move along, because I bet the villagers wouldn't\nlike to find you here right?”

“Oh\nfuck! You're right, I'm late, my dad is so going to thrash me....oh\none last thing before I go...what did he mean by “he'd like you in\nthe sling tomorrow?”

“You'll\nsee tomorrow, won't you? If you liked watching me with Gresham\nearlier, then I think you'll like what you see when we leave tomorrow\nas well!”

I go\nback out through the loose board, glancing back one last time and see\nthat her ass hole is still prolapsed out and leaking semen, it\ndoesn't seem to bother her to be like that at all.

I got\nup early to make sure that I didn't miss the Centaurs leaving. It was\njust like yesterday evening, except Gresham wasn't carrying Agnes on\nhis back. Instead she was carried under his belly in a sling. Her ass\nhole was deeply impaled on his huge penis and her arms and legs were\nstrapped up his flanks. She was looking around proudly, with no shame\nat all from being openly displayed in her current position. She just\nknew that she was the winner here.

As\nthey set out she bounced gently on the Centaurs cock and she seems to\ngrind from time to time to pleasure her partner further. Many of the\nvillagers, especially the women, hiss things at her “whore!” but\nthey only do it once before making a quick exit, probably scared that\nGresham may decide to pull their arms and legs off. \n

Before\nthe edge of the village Agnes orgasms strongly and makes no attempt\nto hide her pleasure from the villagers. Some of the women again hiss\n“whore” or “slut”, but this time I also notice a few women\nlooking at Agnes differently and licking their lips slowly. I spy one\nwoman up the back with her hand under her dress stroking herself. \n

I\nfollow them and watch for as long as I'm allowed and the last thing I\nsee is a stream of semen escaping between the cock and the concubines\nloose anus, leaving a trail on ground. It's many leagues to their\nnext stop...I wonder how long Agnes stays mounted like that? In my\nmind I imagine and hope that it is all day long. That night I\nmasturbate to what I saw, except that I'm the one in the sling.

\n ****

Three\nyears later.

Here\nI stand before the famous Brothel on the Borderlands. Well one of\nthem anyway. There are four. This one is closest to our village. It\nhas no signs or anything else to indicate what it is. It is a long\nlow solid stone building, with no windows and just a single normal\nsized door on this side. It's the back entrance for new staff. It\nonly open one direction. You go in it, you don't come back out of it.\nThe Centaur entrance is on the other side of course. The building\nstraddles the border perfectly. \n

The\njourney here was easier than I expected, the soldiers I met as I got\ncloser to the frontier are instructed not to impede women going to\nthe brothel. The King wants women to go there, they always need more.

My\nparents were forcing me to wed the old village elder, a smelly, foul,\nlecherous piece of shit. I've also heard he beat his other wife to\ndeath. I told my father that I wouldn't marry him. He beat me for the\nthousandth time in my life and told me that I marry the elder or he \nwill take the Kings fee for sending a daughter to the Brothel and\nI'll have my ass hole raped by Centaurs for the rest of my life. \n

When\nhe woke up the next day, I'd already left. One thing I want to make\nvery clear, I could have gone to another village somewhere, found\nwork, maybe even married someone half decent. I'm not a criminal or\nsomeone coming here solely on desperation. Remember when I said that\nsome women come here by choice? I've come here by choice. I've never\nbeen able to get the images of Agnes out of my mind, cumming with\nthat beautiful smile on her face on the way out of our village. Every\ntime that I masturbate since then, it has been to that image in my\nmind, picturing myself impaled upon that huge cock.

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