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Subject: {ASSM} Fantasy Nightmare 4
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Date: Tue, 08 Sep 2015 07:10:05 -0400
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Fantasy Nightmare  (4)

    The morning showing a dim glow  through a distant window. Waking tired 
from a mostly sleepless night. Wondering  if I will see my healer before I 
am sent to face a new chapter in my life. My  body still sore. Inspecting in 
the growing light, the bruises mottling my body.  The actual wounds from 
this defeat. Trying not to think, just to relax my body  and mind.
Not having long to wait, as a centaur entering the dim  dungeon room. The 
heavy clop of his hoofs, loud in the empty area. Towering over  me as he 
moved in the small partition. His frame filling the doorway, stooping  to enter. 
Not even speaking as he moves to the wall, undoing the chain to my  collar 
leash. Taking it and yanking it hard, coughing as I was prepared; but not  
prepared for his roughness. Leading me, my hands still cuffed to the belt at 
my  waist. His gait, his walking causing me to trot to keep up. My bare 
feet,  feeling the rough damp stone of the dungeon and then the loose stone and 
dirt of  the open yard. Limping as my thighs starts to burn with the effort. 
The torn  muscle screaming in pain and a red blot of blood spreading on the 
bandage on my  thigh. Trying not to utter even a moan, to suffer this 
stoically. Seeing a  variety of troops in different pursuits as we move to the 
open gate of the  garrison. 
    The sounds of activity  escalating as the mass of bodies grows rapidly. 
Wending through the various  camps. Being lead like an animal, a reluctant 
one. Stumbling once and falling to  my knees, dragged to the accompaniment 
of laughter, till I was able to find my  feet again. My legs scratched and 
torn, my neck aching and feeling out of joint.  The centaur never looking 
back. This telling me that he is not that much  concerned for "valuable 
property" as the healer called me. Trying to keep my  head high, but knowing that 
tears are welling in my eyes. Not wanting to  embarrass my clan. Seeing a line 
of barbarian men, and a couple of women lying  on a blanket on the ground. 
A man humping between their legs. Not able to  identify either woman. 
    Finally coming to the centaur  encampment. Hearing a woman's screams, 
filling the early morning air. Seeing a  woman, one of the camp followers of 
the Queen's Knights, strapped to a low  table. A centaur straddling the 
table. His hind quarters humping at the woman  beneath him. Her screams amusing 
a circle of centaurs watching, including a  couple of females centaurs.
    My chest beating hard in my  chest, as I find myself pulled to another 
of the low tables. Eyes looking around  in fear, knowing that my fate will 
be the same as the woman's. Seeing no  sympathy from the gathered horse/men. 
Falling to the ground from a yank on the  neck leash. Dragged along the 
ground till the I am yanked upright alongside the  centaur. One hand holding the 
neck collar, the other reaching to my ragged tunic  and ripping it from my 
body. The favric shredding easily as the seams split. Now  naked except for 
my collar and the now soiled bandages. Trying not to show  myself afraid. 
In spite of myself, my body shivering in the coolness of  the morning; but 
also from the ordeal ahead. Trying not to look at the woman, so  close now, 
laying underneath the half man half horse. Eyes drawn to the monster  cock 
that is lodged between her legs. Her screams still loud and drawn out body  
writhing on the thick spear. 
    Feeling a hard slap across my  cheek. Looking to the centaur. Hearing 
his laugh, "you won't need to look or  listen amazon woman, soon you will 
know exactly how she feels." The others  joining in his laughter. Jerking on 
the collar leash, pulling it to the head of  the table, then pulling it 
through and eyebolt on the bottom. Standing my ground  for a moment then pulled to 
my knees. "Lie down on the table woman." Stubbornly  resisting as I kneel 
on the ground. Feeling the brawny arms of another centaur  lifting me up and 
laying my body on the table, the collar leash pulled tight,  holding my head 
in place. Rolling back and forth, choking myself as I lay  helplessly on my 
back.
The healer appearing, walking to me and touching my  cheek in a soft 
caress. "Lay back Raven, there is nothing you can do. I will do  what I can to 
make it easier." "Thank you," my mouth totally dry as I choke the  words out. 
The healer walking to the foot of the table and putting a strap  around each 
ankle, her hand soothing, as one would a wild horse. Then attaching  a rope 
from the "D" ring on the ankle strap and securing it tightly to the  outside 
of the table leg. Doing the same to my left leg. My chest rising and  
falling rapidly as my body is strapped exposed to the table. My nipples hard  
from the morning chill. The rest of my body covered in a sheen of fine sweat. 
My  pubes spread wide, exposing the pink insides. 
    "She is small, you will tear her  apart." "Your cock head will be 
coming out of her mouth." "Take her ass, make  the amazon bitch suffer." The 
comments endless as I lie under the gaze of the  surrounding centaurs. Then the 
healer, tying a rope around my waist, holding me  to the table. Her 
movements precise and deliberate. Knowing that restricting  movement is best. The 
woman lest likely to hurt herself of cause more pain.  Leaning over me, her 
face close, seeing the pain in her eyes. There are things I  can do to help. 
"The woman there, she is not in as much pain as you would think.  I have 
given her ointment to numb her partially, to take away some of the pain,  but I 
can't do that for her mind. Do you want something for the pain, please  tell 
me now?" Her eyes begging me to accept her offer. Shaking my head "no"  
stubbornly. Her hand reaching into a jar and swiping a grease that she wipes  
over my split labia and inside my walls. Pushing a thick glob of it into my  
tunnel. My legs trembling, as I lay helpless. Trying to mentally steel 
myself to  the pain. 
Watching the healer step back and nod to the centaur.  Looking up at him 
and the others, towering over me, Blocking out all; but a  small patch of the 
almost cloudless sky. Watching as the centaur moves to the  foot of the 
bench. Feeling a brush of long coarse hair as he straddles the  bench. The 
strong animal smell of his body and sweat, filling my nostrils.  Looking up at 
him, helpless to look anywhere else. Seeing his savage grin, his  smile, the 
strong teeth. And his almost perfect male body from his waist up.  "You will 
hurt warrior woman. You will hurt badly." Raising my head and bending  it, 
seeing the huge member dangling from his hind quarters. Lips trembling as I  
try to judge the size. The girth, the length. The power of his hips. My body 
 pulling at the restraints as I wait. Knowing he is enjoying each moment as 
he  waits. Letting me see what I can expect. His hand reaching down and 
turning my  head to the side, showing me the woman on the other bench. Her 
voice silent now,  her eyes unstaring as she lays slackly. The body still moving 
with each thrust  of the powerful loins. 
    "That will be you woman, but not  too soon." His laughter loud as he 
looks down, then feeling his spit cover my  face. His disdain for me as a 
person complete. Feeling the organ twitching  between my legs as the man/horse 
reaches down with his bulging arms, fingers  closing on my nipples, crushing 
them with his strong fingers. Groaning loudly,  the pain unbelievable as I 
rock pulling at my restrains. Tears stream from my  eyes, as I clamp my teeth 
tightly shut holding back a scream. Then taking a  breath as he releases 
the hard nipples. My hands retrained at my waist, reaching  helplessly to 
touch them, to cover them. All they feel are the hairs hanging  from the belly 
of the beast. His musk so strong. Fetid breath mixing with a  strong musty 
smell emanating from her coat of hairs. Closing my eyes to block  out the 
sight of the looming Centaur. Wondering if this is how I would feel  waiting the 
death blow in a battle, knowing it was coming and helpless to  protect 
myself.
Feeling the organ growing as it twitches at the vee of  my legs and body. 
Warm and pulsing, nudging at my inner thighs and my open  womanhood. 
Twitching as it touches my slick opening. The tip being centered on  the spread 
slit. My whole body tensing helplessly. Knowing nothing near the  thick has 
entered into my vagina. The centaur shifting forward, the head pushing  
purposely at the entrance. Wiggling my body to escape the torment of the thick  tip 
that is pushing at the entrance to my womb. Feeling beads of sweat, as the  
hard club pokes at the opening, trying to force its way into my body. So far 
a  silent battle, as I clench my teeth tight, not allowing a moan, a 
whimper, a  grunt. Just prolonging the inevitable, as even if the I can expand 
finally for  the girth that increases further back on the shaft, the length 
will quickly  stretch my vagaina. The tip of the head, now jammed into the 
entrance, feeling  the centaur lifting on his back legs and thrusting, the power 
of it forcing me  to slide back on the bench with each thrust, and then 
slipping when he eases up.  My spread lips sore from the stretching, the 
lubrication helpsing; but his  constant thrusts, causing the tip to slip free and 
ram hard into my thighs and  labia. My hands clenched helplessly, the short 
fingernails digging into my  palms.
    Growing impatient, the centaur  turning to the healer, "cut her", his 
voice gruffly speaking the common tongue.  Hearing his words, my head turning 
to the side as best it can. Seeing the healer  step forward, placing her 
wicker chest next to the table, her fingers moving to  my sore labia. Wincing 
as they probe against the outer lips and then slide into  the 
semi-lubricated opening. Looking at me, "I need to cut your opening woman."  Leaning over 
and opening a cloth revealing a small sharp blade. Setting it to  the side 
and then taking out a salve, her fingers working it into my entrance,  the 
labia, and then into the tunnel again. The coolness easing the throbs of  
ache. Pushing another large glob of the salve deep into my vagina, feeling her  
fingers against my walls. Coating them. Then withdrawing and wiping another  
salve on the blade of the knife and feeling her fingers massaging the 
bottom of  my opening. Feeling the sharp sting, trying not to jerk, and then a 
wetness  flowing along the taint and wetting my rosebud. The healer performing 
an  episiotomy to allow for a bigger opening at the entrance. Shaking her 
head  negatively, as she steps back after touching my stomach for a brief  
moment.
    The centaur moving quickly back  into position, and then the healer 
stepping up again and gripping the shaft,  placing it against the opening once 
again. Her fingers massaging the thick  shaft, stimulating as she holds it 
at the opening. The as she hold if firmly  centered. The centaur thrust hard. 
The cock shaft sliding into the tight  opening, spreading the walls, as the 
lubrication allows it to push deep. The  pain around the opening, 
registering a moment after the pain from the contact of  the cock head and my cervix. 
My body arching scant inches on the table as I try  to pull from the long 
thick cock. A long loud scream escaping my lips, helpless  to stop it with 
the pain as the cock head and cervix collide. The womb being  forced upwards, 
the small opening luckily not able to allow the thick head to  gain any 
entrance. The surrounding centaurs cheering loudly at my cry of pain.  Hearing 
it ringing in my ears for long seconds. The centaur still pushing as he  
leans forward. C
    Choking as the collar bites into  the soft flesh of my neck, as my head 
moves side to side with the intense pain.  The scream now a long whimper as 
he holds the cock head in my tunnel. My chest  heaving with the effort to 
stop my vocalization. To block out the pain. Finally  feeling the fullness of 
my tunnel, stretched, organs pushed tight inside. My  pubes pushed over, 
peeled back. The thick mottled skinned cock shaft pinning me  helpless to the 
table. Another scream as I feel the pressure released finally on  my cervix. 
The shaft pulling back, my walls slowly contracting again, till just  the 
tip is affixed in my entrance. The healer kneeling alongside of me as the  
centaur shoves his cock hard again into the small tunnel of a human vagina. He 
 making no attempt not to pound the tip on my womb. Another scream of pain 
as he  quickly bottoms out and pushes in more. The surrounding centaurs, 
laughing at my  pain, their long cocks extending from the sheaves. Long thick 
shafts of hard  meat, waiting to enter the human mare.
    Losing count of my screams as he  continues to pound the shaft against 
my womb. Eyes rolling back in my head,  spittle running down my cheeks and 
chin. My face and chest covered with droplets  of saliva, that I have spewed 
out as my screams fill the morning air. My thighs  and lower body just one 
dull ache, the cock head, taking my screams as the pain  is more then I have 
ever experienced. The smacking of cock head and womb, can  not be giving the 
centaur sexual pleasure; but maybe the personal pleasure is  enough. My 
body shutting down slowly, not even twitching except weakly with each  grind of 
cock on womb. Finally the centaur having enough of his revenge, his  cock 
moving in slowly strokes, my thighs tensing weakly as the sheath of my  
tunnel slides along the thick hard shaft. My screams now grunts and moans of  
pain. Each stroke slow and controlled, my underside being rubbed raw on the  
wooden table. Laying limply, numb, as the cock pounds deliberately, taking his 
 pleasure with the tight pussy. Slowly body going into shock as I feel the 
thick  organ, stretching filling my lower body. Not feeling any pleasure, 
the  lubrication at least allowing the smooth glide of flesh.
    Feeling a slap on my face, and a  splash of water. Rousing out of my 
lethargic state. I am going to breed you  amazon cunt. Feeling the stokes 
continue, the a swelling of his organ in my  hole, pulsing as the spurts of 
thick centaur cum spew deep against my mashed  womb and walls. Feeling the 
spurts as he pushes a little deeper, holding his  cock steady, emptying his vast 
supply of jism. Feeling the moisture of it  sliding down my thighs to my 
ass, and lower legs, as it pools at my entrance.  The strong smell of his 
spunk, filling my nostrils as I look up at him, seeing his pleasure on his face 
as he fills my cunt, stuffs it with  his seed.
Seeing him back out of my cunt, the organ swinging  against my thighs, warm 
and slick. Then the centaur moving up along my body,  dragging his 
semi-hard cock to my face, dangling it to smear his cum on me. Not  able to even 
open my mouth to bite at the tip, not caring as I feel my body  spasming from 
cramps, not from an orgasm. The muscles tight and hard, body  lifting with 
each contraction of my leg muscles. Then feeling my stomach muscles  
contracting. Feeling like a million bugs under the skin. 
    My body numb from halfway up my  thighs to the joining of my legs to my 
lower torso. My insides I wish were numb  also, but the throbbing of the 
pain on my womb, hard and steady. Hissing as I  try to control my mouth, try 
to show that I can take the pain. Then feeling the  sun blotted out as 
another centaur straddles my body. Losing my resolve to blot  out the pain. My 
hole still well lubricated, the scent of the centaur strong,  his long organ 
already dragging along the inside of my thigh. The healer  stepping up and 
with a quick wipe of her fingers, lifting the head and placing  it at my 
entrance quickly spearing my stretched hole. The head bumping again  against my 
cervix. A scream of pain and then another series of hard thrusts and  screams. 
The centaur finding pleasure in making an amazon scream. His cock  either 
smaller in girth or my tunnel stretched as his cock slides easily, my  
insides not feeling as full, lifting my head weakly, seeing a bulge in my tummy  
as he jabs the womb. Not sure what is causing the bulge, when his cock will 
pop  out through my skin or if it is my organs, being re-arranged or being 
ruptured.  My hand pushing to my stomach, but not able to press the area of 
the bulge.  Feeling blood on my palms as my nail break the skin with the 
tightness of my  fists. Legs tensing for a few minutes, then going slack, my head 
falling back,  remembering the smell of the horse hair as I pass thankfully 
from an aware  state, to unknowing unconsciousness.
    Waking with a start as the  healer moves a vial underneath my nose. My 
head feeling full as with a stuffed  head, then a headache, pounding. The 
vial bringing me back to the torment.  Laying unmoving as the strokes of the 
centaur lead to his grunting and hard  ejaculation against her womb. 
Distantly counting the strokes in my mind, as he  jams his cock head hard at the 
juncture of my tunnel. Feeling dizzy as he moves  out and off of me. Another 
already stepping in, his cock spearing me quickly,  seeking his own pleasure 
and fucking in short quick strokes. Quickly spewing his  cum into and then 
streaming out of the cave of my tunnel. 
    The healer, walking to me, her  fingers touching my opening spreading 
it. "She is bleeding inside, let her be."  Hearing a loud slap of hand on 
flesh. A scream of pain from the healer, as  another centaur moves over my 
mostly limp body. Amazed at her words, thinking  that the moisture was from the 
thick wads of centaur cum. My mind becoming as  numb as my body. The pain 
not so bad, just a distant ache, somewhere below my  head. Trying to count how 
many centaurs have had my body. My lips raw and  bleeding, dry, my tongue a 
thick wad of tissue.
    The next centaur fucking the  body, feeling myself pass out again and 
be revived. Looking up at the healer,  the swelling on her face already 
discoloring. Her eyes wet with unshed tears.  Seeing the helpless guilty plea of 
forgiven in them, as she waves the vial and  then signals for the centaur to 
continue. His cock still lodged deep. Not caring  as his strokes beat on 
the already badly bruised womb. The pain not as bad  anymore. Nothing as bad 
anymore. Lapsing into a faint again and being brought  back. Not even sure if 
it is the same man/ horse in my body. Taking my humanity  from me. Feeling 
him swell and spurt and then ooze as he dragged himself over my  face. 
Rubbing the tip on my lips and spurting a little more, or maybe it is  dripping 
gravity fed. My mind and body retreating totally into the state of  shock. 
The magics of the healer not able to bring me back, as another centaur  fucks 
the lifeless body. My soul hiding deep in some unknown place, not knowing  
of the female centaur, as she backs over my face, and pisses onto my face and 
 body. The strong stream of urine washing much of the horse cum from the  
table.
A cart called for and used to bring me back to the  dungeon. The healer 
bathing and working on the limp body. First to restore the  spirit, then to 
heal the physical torment. The mind and how much spirit remains,  yet to be 
determined. The sun not even having reached it zenith, the torment in  the 
yard, less then four hours. On another table, lays the woman from the first  
table. That woman babbling non sense as she awakes. Her hands instinctively  
reaching to her lower body. Feeling the swollen flesh and pain as she pulls 
and  probes. The healer tying her down to the table. Sweat beading the 
healer's face  as she moves back and forth. Cleaning, probing, examining, sewing 
and medicating  the women. Then moving to Raven's other wounds. Opening the 
arrow scabs again,  draining the buildup of pus. Squeezing it out and then 
covering with salve and a  clean bandage. Cleaning and swiping ointment over 
the other wounds in her neck  and back. 
    Laying her back on the table,  listening to the steady deep breathing. 
The occasional moan or groan or whimper  from one or both of the women as 
they move in their sleep. Waking each one,  checking their eyes, then laying 
them down again to rest. Neither are in danger  of dying; but what internal 
damage is done after the bruising and swelling have  subsided will tell the 
final story. All internal bleeding stopped. 
    Unfortunately, the women will be  called for on the morrow. Both naked, 
their from their knees to their navels, a  mottled collection of color. 
Black, blue, red, yellow. A beating in those areas  with fists, or feet or 
clubs, could not have done worse. Looking down at the  small mounds of flesh on 
Raven's chest and the still hard nipples, and area of  bruising radiating 
out from her crushed nipples. Their shape nearly normal, as  the woman works 
over the last of her physical injuries. Well not quite the last.  Looking at 
the collars on the women's necks. And the bruising around the neck  and 
chins where the hard leather, abraded and bruised the soft flesh. The  collars 
actually helping to keep the women from thrashing helplessly. Still  haven't 
decided whether to sew up Raven's incision, or to leave it for now. It  
would tear quickly again, if she was used by centaurs. The pubic areas of both  
women looking like raw meat, their opening still gapping.
    Sitting down helplessly holding  her head in her hands, as she resst 
for the moment. Knowing too well the damage  of these men and beasts and the 
total lack of respect for women. Whether a  warrior woman or a woman that is 
just plying her charms. Not having felt the  cock of a centaur, or minotaur, 
or wolf or goblin or orc; but seeing the results  daily as she ministers to 
the captive women of the camp. Only barbarians, so far  using her for their 
release of seed. 
    Thankful, that most of the Horde  are preparing to move from the 
garrison fort tomorrow. The vanguard already  having departed first light of this 
morn. More women being brought in as slaves  from the raids on outlying 
farms and settlements. More women to be raped and  abused. More to be healed and 
tended to.
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