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CHAPTER 8: CONTROL

Goran’s cock softened and slowly inched from Cat’s flexing pussy walls. She lay purring on his body. As much as she loved the feeling of his hard, throbbing cock filling her pussy, the feel of it naturally deflating and crawling out of her like an escaping snake was somehow special in its own way. Both of them seemed to lay breathlessly, trying to not move, instead each trying to hold onto the feeling after their shared coupling and climax.

Goran lightly stroked his fingertips over Cat’s back. They both could feel that only the head of his shrinking cock remained inside her twitching pussy lips. To Goran, it felt like her pussy was trying to suck his exhausted cock back inside her.

Goran kissed the top of Cat’s head and softly teased, “My compliant and obedient slave …”

“Yes, Master,” she giggled and couldn’t resist wiggling slightly, rubbing her nakedness against his, feeling her nipples against his body, his cock moved slightly just inside her pussy. He was the best of masters. The occasional use of the term from his lips would send a shiver of desire and excitement through her as it did then. Her pussy tightened around his softening cock but his tease seemed to have an effect on him, as well. His cock moved … slightly … though his body hadn’t. She purred and squeezed with her pussy, again. His fingertips continued to lightly caress over her back.

“What about him?”

She raised her face off his chest and looked at him, saw him flick his chin in the direction to her right and behind her. She didn’t think anyone had followed them; they had made sure of that before approaching the general area of the passage through the mountains. She turned her head while trying to hold her lower body still so as not to lose the cock head still inside her pussy. All she saw was the a****ls but her eyes really stopped on the borsin.

She turned back to Goran, “Your borsin, Master?” She blushed. He loved how she could still do that though she had become so sexual and blatant about it in her role as slave. Being naked and exposed among people as a slave was natural for her now. Being available sexually to whoever he offered her to had also become presumed. But the borsin … he well remembered the intensity of the few times she had fucked the b**st to gain similar influence he had over it. “Master … I … I have been concerned … afraid his cock might loosen me too much to satisfy you.” She gazed into his eyes. She again felt his cock move inside her and she squeezed it.

He reminded her of the times when she had fucked the b**st after encouragement from him. He reminded her how her pussy would be obscenely gaping from the borsin’s cock plunging into her, its cum draining out of her used pussy afterwards like gallons of cum had been inside her. She shivered with the memories and graphic imagery. She also felt Goran’s cock grow hard inside her, expanding and growing, filling her pussy, again.

“Remember how it always excites me to see you taken by the massive b**st? Giving yourself to him? Giving yourself to him compliantly for me but also because of the massive, world-shattering orgasms you have? Remember how it takes you time to recover your senses after each fucking by him but how your lust seems to be ignited for my cock, again? Remember how I greedily fuck you, again? Your pussy is awash with borsin cum, filled with it even minutes after, but your pussy clamps around my cock none the less … like it is now.”

“I want to always satisfy you, Master.”

“And you always do, Cat. Even after that log has reamed you, your body recovers quickly.”

Quiet a moment, she gazes into Goran’s eyes, then over her shoulder to the borsin. The a****l has moved closer to them, as though it had heard and understood their conversation. And, in a way, maybe it had as there seems to be some non-verbal link established between them with it. She sees the b**st has dropped, its pussy-challenging cock hanging long and imposing beneath it from the sheath. Cat is u*********sly moving back and forth over a very hard cock as she gazes fixedly at the borsin stepping closer and closer, its massive, hanging cock bobbing and swinging beneath it with each step.

Goran flexes his hips up at her, driving his cock deep into her already cum filled pussy. “There is something I need you to do.” The comment brought her gaze back from the borsin to him. He again sees the lust-crazed look in her eyes. “We need to locate the alpha in the borsin herd … and for you to fuck it into submission.” Her eyes went wide and for a moment she stopped moving on his cock. When she realized she had heard him correctly and a moment of thought, a smile creased her face and she resumed fucking on his cock.

Suddenly, her mind was filled the images of somehow being underneath a wild borsin … the wild, alpha … of the herd she had yet to see. She imagined seeing something like the buffalo herds of the old west but with even larger creatures. The thought … the image in her mind … drove her into a frenzy. The idea seemed impossible but so exciting, at the time.

She brought them both to another exquisitely shared climax. Without collapsing on top of Goran, though, she sat up straight, his twitching cock deeply buried inside her.

“The over-whelming force you promised Bartle was never going to be men, what it?” He shook his head with a smile. “But, Master, how would that be possible? When I have fucked your borsin, it was always with a boulder to use to position me. Besides, though your borsin might not be truly tame, it is not the same as being part of a wild herd. How could such a thing be done?”

He smiled. “I’ve been giving that some thought.” He pinched her nipples. “Pull yourself off me, slave. Let’s give my idea a try …”

As she slowly stood up, his cock easing out of her clenching pussy, cumming dripping out of her open hole from their prolonged activity, a soft groan escaped her lips. As she turned and saw the borsin again, her thought was, ‘Easy for him say … he comes up with the plan, she has to carry it out.’

The borsin stepped forward as she approached him. He lowered his massive head, his nostrils flaring as they explored the scent in the air. She moaned, again, as his attention focused at her lower body. She felt the air on her crotch as he exhaled and his snout bump into her body. When his tongue came out, she opened her legs wider, compliant even to Goran’s b**st. She shook visibly as the massive tongue covered her pussy region, the tip of it pressing along her dripping slit. The a****l raised his head with its tongue sliding up her naked body until it covered her face. It snorted, blasts of warm air shooting out from its nostrils and blowing her long hair out behind her like the wind when riding on top of him. She reached up, taking his massive head in her hands and pressing her head into his … and shivered with the emotions and physical sensations coursing through her.

Cat didn’t even have to look; she knew from the several times she had been with him before at Goran’s urging. She stepped alongside him, her hand dragging along his lowered head and neck, then up along his shoulder and chest while he stood in place. She would have to duck her head to go underneath but not to see what she anticipated finding … his cock was fully dropped and hard as a post sticking out from his body. She reached out with both hands and lifted it. She kissed the end, her tongue coming out to poke at the hole at the end. Curling her tongue and pressing, it entered the hole an inch. The a****l’s stomach sucked in and a loud snort came in response from behind her.

She felt a tug on her arm and her fixed focus was broken. She had, again, become consumed by a cock. She pressed her eyes tight and blinked several times. Goran and his borsin. How many times have their cocks sent her to a place where there was nothing else of significance … where she was lost in the lust of the pleasure they would bring her?

He stood alongside her with a folded hide and two sections of rope. She released the cock and out of the corner of her eye saw it rigidly bounce in the air. He spread the rope on the ground about three feet apart, then placed the folded hide over them, all of it underneath the borsin. She noticed one end of the rope sections had a loop tied into it, then another loop tied about 5 feet from that end with more rope extending beyond. She looked from it to him, not understanding, but she followed his instructions without question or debate.

She lay on the hide with one rope just above her hips and the other at her shoulders so it would be under her arms. Goran threw the loose end of the rope over the a****l, threaded it threw the end loop, then back over the a****l and threaded again threw the other loop. That was repeated on the other rope section. Then, he stood back, taking both ropes into his hands and pulled hand-over-hand, taking up the slack in the rope until, with a jerk, she was pulled a foot into the air under the borsin. Suddenly, she understood … he would get her into position but she would have to get herself penetrated. The thought made her shiver. A fleeting thought wondered how this would work with an alpha male in the midst of a wild herd, but she trusted Goran to work it all out and she also thought his alpha borsin might somehow be instrumental.

With half-foot and foot surges into the air, Cat found herself to within a foot of the underside of the b**st and his massive cock pressed between her body and his. Her hands grasped the ropes at her shoulders and her feet found the spot on his flanks at the joint and she pressed herself away as she craned to the side to see with her hands holding the tapered head. She pressed with her legs until the head was free between her thighs. She took a deep breath as she slowly released tension in her legs and felt the tapered head pressing against her crotch. She moved it up and down, tilting her pelvis for additional assistance, until she felt the cock part her pussy opening. Despite having just been fucked twice by her Master, she well understood full she was about to become. She released more tension in her legs, the cock head sinking into her pussy, and she cried out. There was a feeling of stretching of her opening, but her cry was not out of pain but of delirious fullness like the first time she had been penetrated by Goran, a simple act that solidified in her an acceptance of him as her Master.

She slid her body down over the hard pole of flesh, her knees bending outward as more and more of the shaft sank into her. Her head hung back, her mouth open but without breath, as more and more cock penetrated her body until she felt as if it surely would be coming out her open mouth. This feeling was far beyond the several other times she had fucked by the b**st. Hanging in the air underneath, she could easily swing back and forth, the resistance being her restraining legs, the very real resistance of the tight fit of her pussy over the cock, and the head of the cock butting into the upper end of her vaginal chamber.

When her eyes flickered open as she gasped and grunted, she saw Goran shifting for position, holding the ropes securely as he braced his lead foot against a partially exposed rock. The borsin stutter-stepped, the cock jamming fully into her, filling her completely as her upper pussy bounced off the head of the cock. Cat stiffened and trembled, grunting and gasping as she erupted into an orgasm … but only the first. Fucking Goran twice might be enough to fatigue a girl but she knew the extreme limits the borsin would take her, especially on top of what Goran had given her.

The borsin movements never stopped. There was no pause, even hesitation, at her orgasm. There was no indication that what she experienced affected the b**st except, perhaps, the violent convulsing of her pussy around the tightly impaling pole inside her. She hung onto the rope and kept tension in her legs for a miniscule of control of her situation. But that measure of control was limited in effect. Her effort was effective only in keeping the massive cock from driving through the top of her vaginal passage. The head repeatedly bumped into the top as if probing for deeper penetration. Amazingly, that seemed to be what happened. She took more and more of the cock each time she was fucked by it and as long as she remained penetrated.

Goran marveled at how Cat’s body took the b**st’s fucking. What started as a means for her to gain some measure of connection with the a****l had turned into a deeper connection beyond the control of it behaviorally. That evolution was what gave him the idea of how to assist Bartle against Santini. He watched and marveled. He was sure of it. He had managed to physically exert control over the borsin but her influence over it went deeper … literally. But was the influence she might have over the herd’s alpha be enough to also influence the rest of the herd? That was what would be required.

He wished, as he watched intently the cock disappearing into Cat, that there was some way of showing her how much of the cock was going inside her. He knew she wouldn’t otherwise believe it.

Cat quickly was moving from orgasmic bliss to orgasmic delirium. It had happened before but this seemed different. As she hung beneath the a****l, her body literally bouncing off the cock ramming into her pussy, her insides numbing and adjusting to the assault. Her orgasm had slightly abated but didn’t end as the cock continued to plunge into her non-stop. The borsin stutter-stepped forward as if it was trying to gain more urgent penetration. The sharp, abrupt movements jolted her inside, her legs stiffening in response which pushed her along the cock only to move back down it with violent impact into the top of vagina. She orgasmed, again. Never having completely receded from the previous one, this orgasm seemed to take her higher. Her entire body shook violently and she struggled to hold onto the ropes and keep her feet firmly planted against the a****l’s flanks.

Her pussy was convulsing violently at the peak of that orgasm. She felt ever rib and movement and twitch of the cock. Her pussy clamped down around it and the cock swelling inside her made it feel like they were one, her body encasing the cock. Her struggling mind trying to hold onto a fragment of reality slipped bit by bit to the engrossing feeling of desiring to remain a part of the b**st, always encasing its cock inside her, always feeling this feeling, always consumed by the delirious mind-altering, bodily addicted effect.

Then, she felt it. At first, she thought it was only her own body convulsing more over the cock, but it wasn’t. The cock swelled unbelievably. It pulsed and twitched. The b**st stepped to side, forward, and back. The movements jolted her. His cock jerked, flexed, and pulsed. Then, he came. Violent spurts of cum drove into her body, filling her vaginal chamber in a milli-second of the first spurt, the rest of it forced out around her tightly filled pussy, squeezing cum out of her. But it was only the first of multiple explosions of cum shot into her, each raising her body’s response higher and higher into and through multiple orgasmic peaks of her own.

She desperately hung onto to her consciousness, though her arms and legs were limp, hanging only by the ropes and the cock impaled inside her.

Goran slowly released the rope a few inches at a time. Though Cat’s arms and legs hung limp, her chest rose and fell in great gasps as her lungs filled with air from the exertion she experienced from the fuck. As her body inched down from the great b**st, his cock inched out of her pussy, obscenely dribbling cum along with it. When the last of the cock pulled out of her and bounced upward, still hard as before, a river of cum poured out of Cat’s pussy.

With Cat on the ground under the a****l, Goran pulled the rope through the secondary loops and tossed the loose ends over the a****l, then pushed into its side to encourage it to sidestep away from her. He then knelt down at her side and pulled her into a partial sitting position to hold her into his chest.

She sighed, “I think … your … idea … worked.” He laughed and held her tight.

* * * *

“Oh my god, master! I had tried to imagine what it would look like, but … this … this is so much more!”

The journey through the canyons, tunnels, and pass would take most of the day so Goran had them moving before first light in the morning. As they broke into the open on the other side, high above the wide valley between the two mountain ranges that made up the lands of the Anagor people and the range of the borsin, the view was overwhelming to Cat. She had hiked in the mountains before on Earth, both for pleasure and on missions. But this … a massive valley stretched before them and North and South as far as she could see. When told of the home of the borsin where Goran’s a****l came from, she envisioned depiction of ‘the wild west’ with herds of buffalo. The image history can provide in photos and reenactments for films could do nothing in comparison to the reality before her.

The valley was wide and lush with tall grasses and several rivers and lakes filled with water. Trees lined the rivers and encircled the lakes. The mountains behind and across the valley were equally imposing, pushing high into the sky like jagged, sharp teeth like looking into a shark’s mouth. Nearly all the peaks were snow-capped with possible glaciers visible in the passes, the probable source of the water. To the North, she could see rising columns of smoke from some source just over a rise. Goran identified them as a village of the Anagor. More such villages were s**ttered through the valley to the North, all working together and under the general direction of a common chief. He had told her they lived much like the plains Indians of North American had. Developmentally, they were far behind the other Horean people on the other side but the mountains gave them protection in isolation.

To the South, though, was the view that truly held her awe. The valley floor seemed to be a dark, swarming mass … the borsin. The ground seemed to be alive, they were so thick. The herd had to be miles away for their shapes were indistinct despite their massive size.

Cat was riding one of the other a****ls they took from the men earlier. She was well below Goran sitting atop his borsin. She heard him say, “Is it like I described to you?”

“Oh, Master … more, so much more.” They sat quietly. Cat continued to fill her eyes with the images below and in front of her. She could hear Goran shifting and the borsin responding with slight movements. She knew he was scanning their surroundings, an action he performed constantly, always aware and prepared. “Master, you said when you managed to take control of your borsin the people here would make you chief, that the current chief was very old. Why didn’t you just stay here?”

He nodded thoughtfully as his eyes took in the scene before them now that he was satisfied after scanning above and around them. “I wasn’t ready. I still had much to learn about this world and … and I felt I had some inequities to try to balance, if I could. This is a peaceful place … I was a violent man brimming with a desire to take my rage out on others. It even took me a while to focus that rage on the most appropriate targets.”

“Men like Santini?”

“Yes. Eventually, I saw I could use my reputation to gain insight into how I could help the good people here like Bartle.” She looked up when she heard him sigh heavily. His shoulders sagged uncharacteristically, heavy with the thoughts that took him at the moment. “There seem to be too many men like Santini and too few like Bartle.” She nodded in her own reflection of the comment: why should HOR be any different than the Earth in that regard. Greed and the pursuit of power.

Then, just as suddenly, the sullen mood of the moment was broken by Goran. They moved down the slope to a spot where he directed Cat to secure the four a****ls. He indicated over his shoulder. She turned to find two riders on the same a****ls watching from a spot high above. They made no move to intercept them. Even if they were too far away for good visual identification, that Goran was riding a borsin was all they needed. She saw them raise their hand in salute and Goran responded. The a****ls and supplies were being left for the people.

With the a****ls secured, Cat reached for the extended hand from Goran. As she settled in behind him on the borsin, “It’s time, are you ready?”

She leaned to the side to see around him at the massive herd in the distance. As she did, her bare nipples hardened and rubbed across his back. Ready? The mere question sent a shiver through her body and her slave body went into full slut-mode instantly. Her heart quickened, her breathing became shallow, and her pussy began drooling. She was by now used to how her body responded to words from Goran. She was no longer embarrassed by it or confused. She was truly his completely. Her body had accepted that before her mind had really accepted it. Her mind now had nothing to do with her bodily reaction and compliance. And, her mind no longer provided any hesitation or argument. If she was to be used for his or anyone’s pleasure … so be it. If she was to be used as a bartering tool … so be it. If she was to be a weapon supporting him … so be it. Nothing mattered, only being his.

So, when she gazed into the distance at the herd, her eyes searched for the one particular borsin among them all that would be the alpha, the dominant, the male of all males in the herd. That was the one she was tasked to gain control of. That was what was required to fulfill Goran’s plan to save Bartle’s realm from the forces under Santini. With his borsin, the former alpha of the herd, in combination with this alpha borsin, Goran was sure the remainder of the herd could be controlled. That was his plan. The plan sounded crazy to Cat but how it sounded to her meant nothing. It didn’t matter that she would be individually at physical risk in support of a plan that was fully risky. Doing so supported Goran. The arousal in her nipples, the excited shiver running down her spine, the drooling of her pussy were all signs of her mental state. She searched the herd for the alpha, the largest and strongest of the herd not with thoughts of risk but thoughts of gaining its control … of mating with it.

As they approached the herd and drew close, the magnificence of the b**sts became more and more awesome. These super-charged b**sts that seemed like a cross-breeding of bison and longhorn cattle on mega doses of steroids. The grunting and snorting of the nearest b**sts filled the air but our borsin was soon issuing his own response to them. He had been the alpha and he seemed to be rejecting their attempts at challenging him. Then, the front of the herd began parting and Cat was sure she was now seeing him, the alpha. He was every bit as big as the one they were riding and just as impressive looking. He moved confidently out from the herd on a direct line toward us. Without any command or action from either Goran or Cat, their own borsin moved deliberated forward, too. Both massive b**sts stopped with a bump reverberating through the bodies as their foreheads came together. With heads pressed together and the huge, curved horns intertwined, the tension filling the air wasn’t just what the humans felt on top but was evident even among those of the herd close by.

Nothing else happened immediately, though. Goran put his arm left arm out, his right holding firmly to the mane. Cat grabbed hold and slid to the ground, dropping the last several feet followed by Goran. They stood together just to the side and were startled when Goran’s borsin broke the stare-down and turned toward them without otherwise moving its body. He gave a simple nod of its head before returning to press his head against the new alpha.

Cat and Goran looked at each other with surprise. They both were now familiar with the mysterious connection that seemed to exist for them to indicate their wishes to the a****l but they had never felt anything like it back to themselves. Now they could see that the borsin not only understood what was happening, why they were there, but was now providing his own guidance and direction. It also became clear that the two borsin pressed together at the foreheads was more than two dominants acting unyielding. The two alpha a****ls were now seen in the condition they were, both calm with some form of communication between them. The biggest unknown that existed in Goran’s plan for Cat with the new borsin was initiating the intimate contact without getting trampled or stomped. There was more to these b**sts than even Goran had recognized.

Goran scrambled for the packs, dropping them to the ground. He dug into the appropriate pack for the hides and ropes that had been used just the day before. Cat stood frozen. Her body was shaking visibly. Her entire body was covered in goose-bumps, her nipples rock hard, so hard they seemed to be begging to be touched, pinched … abused. She felt moisture on the insides of her thighs. It wasn’t merely slickness she felt but steady rivulets of moisture creeping down her thighs. She was frozen and shaking not from any rational sense of fear but super-charged with sexual energy. She now had a sense that their borsin probably had reacted to her needs and concern for the limits of her body even if there was only so much he could do about it in the moment of fucking. Would this new alpha make the same connection and have the same concern? Would he care anything about her in the process?

Goran stood ready to assist and Cat snapped to solving the details of starting. She immediately knew she should take the same action as the first time with their borsin. She would use her hands and mouth first. She would make him cum, relieve the tension and need. Then, only then could she do the rest. For the first time in a long time, her body and mind were conflicted. Her body responded to doing this for Goran, her mind questioned the action … though it did so quietly.

Goran watched nervously as Cat moved calmly alongside the new borsin, her hand on its side as she approached it just as she had with his borsin the first time. This borsin seemed calm and he prayed to whatever gods might hold sway over this planet. He considered it a good sign when the b**st cock dropped as she approached, feet of cock smoothly sliding out of the sheath and hanging below it before she even got close enough to touch. The a****l understood what was going to happen. Goran looked up at the two heads pressed against each other and began breathing, again. Something was being passed between them. His attention returned to watching Cat.

Cat had been focusing on the sheath as she made her way along the b**st. When she saw the familiar head of the cock emerge from the sheath, a level of tension and concern in her mind lifted. When that was followed by several feet of massive cock sliding out and hanging underneath, a smile formed on her face and her body ignited to higher level of desire … though it might have seemed impossible before.

She confidently ducked below the a****l and was confronted by a rising cock. For a moment she only watched as it firmed, hardened before her eyes. She stroked the abdomen above her before she placed both her palms on the underside of the hardened cock and lifted it toward her face. She felt the weight of it, felt the size and hardness. Her hands began slowly moving, one hand remaining near the head while the other stroked down the length. She felt it pulse in her hands. As her hands moved, she moved her face to the head, her lips now pressing against the narrow end of the head. After a series of prolonged kisses on it, her tongue probed out against the large hole at the end. She hardened her tongue and pressed, fucking her tongue into the hole only an inch or so. She felt the cock pulse stronger in her hands. This was repeated for minutes before she opened her mouth wide and took as much as possible into her mouth. She sucked and swirled her tongue as her hands continued to stroke the length of cock, she could reach with the end of it in her mouth.

Goran flinched and shifted his weight forward when the new alpha reacted to the attention. The a****l snorted and grunted. It shifted his hooves and pressed forward, an action that pressed it harder into his borsin. Despite the shifting, it remained in place with Cat bent over slightly underneath it lost in her efforts with his cock.

Cat was oblivious to anything else happening but the pulsing her felt in the cock. Her mind was attentive enough to gage the impending climax. When she felt it, she pulled her lips back from the cock and partially closed her mouth. She felt the surge of cum pass along the cock through her hands and the head jerk a milli-second before the mass of white, watery cum shot out from the end. It flooded her face forcing some between her slightly gapped lips. She swallowed, more like gulped, the volume that was forced inside. The rest splashed off her face, momentarily submerging her in cum. She flinched involuntarily, the cock lowering in her hands to spray her upper body. She gasped as the first spurt ended, then directed the cock head at her breasts as the next spurt pulsed in her hands. When the b**st was done, she staggered out from beneath it covered in cum that flowed down her body and dripped off her face and breasts. She used her fingers to clear cum from her eyes to find Goran chuckling. She panted with crazed lust as she walked deliberately to him and enveloped him in a cum-soaked embrace and kiss. They would both need to bath after this was done.

He patted her ass. It was time. Unspoken, was she still up for it? She nodded her head. She wasn’t just up for it; she was enthusiastic about it.

Cat looked back at the borsin. Surprisingly, the two alphas were still head-to-head. Goran patted the side of his and the two backed away from each other but only by about a yard. She followed Goran back to the alpha. He watched her intently, his large, dark brown eyes seemed to peer into her being. She stopped beside him, his massive head turning slight to her, his eyes almost crossing as he focused on only her. His snout rose and gently touched her face. Cat smiled, her hand rising to hold each side of his head, and pressing her face into him, her forehead pressed between his eyes after he lowered his head further. His long, wide tongue came out in a gentle swipe across her cum-soaked chest. She pulled back slightly to gaze at him and his tongue flicked firmly over one breast and nipple. She gasped, her eyes closing for a moment as he repeated it over the other breast and nipple, taking more of his cum from each.

She was stilling holding the b**st’s head as she glanced at Goran a few steps further down the a****l’s side holding the ropes and folder hides. She returned her gaze to the alpha and in a soft voice, “If you enjoyed that, just wait. I want to do more for you, just … just try to be gentle with me …”

She didn’t really think he might understand her but they didn’t really begin to understand what the peculiar communication was or how it worked. Her words were more for herself, encouraging herself, convincing herself about what she had already committed to doing.

After having successfully experimented and experienced Goran’s rig the previous day, they were quick and efficient with it this time which was very beneficial on a borsin much less used to human interaction and contact. This borsin was surprisingly accommodating to what they were doing underneath him. The touching of him moments before had led to very satisfying rewards. That was apparently enough for him allow more contact. Although he was accommodating, he was far from compliant or fully trusting. As Goran cinched her up from the ground into the air and close to his belly and chest and she found his massive cock to align it to her pussy, he stutter-stepped at the renewed touching along with everything else happening beneath him and the ropes. Cat held firm to the cock head, managing to align the tapered head to her gaping pussy with her feet planted firmly against his flanks just as he flinched forward a step. The unexpected action drove the cock through her hands, thrusting it abruptly into her body a full foot. She cried out and her head dropped back, her mouth hanging open and gasping as her heart instantly raced at the suddenness of the penetration. The shock of suddenly being stretched and filled was quickly replaced by the eroticism of her intention and success. This was what they had hoped for, for her to fuck the b**st, and it was happening.

She was still recovering from the abrupt, deep penetration and didn’t hear Goran’s initial command. Then, “Cat! I said to hold onto the ropes tightly.” He had brought both loose ends to her left hand. She grasped the ropes and he released them, crouching beneath her, and passing to the other side. He had tossed the ends of the ropes over the b**st and her grip slipped, too much happening at the same time with her pussy filled to maximum by the massive cock, the shifting borsin attached to it, and then Goran wanting her to assist him. What was he doing, anyway? He didn’t do this yesterday …

He quickly tightened the ropes, cinching her back up nearer the underbelly of the borsin. Cat moaned and gasped as he did it, each pull of the ropes jerking her causing the a****l to flinch and stutter-step side-to-side or back-and-forth. Each movement jamming the cock deeper into her. She turned her head to peer at Goran from underneath, “Master? Master … what … what are you …”

He tied each of the ends into the end loops of the ropes holding her. When he finished, he stepped back. She was now tied to the b**st independent of his involvement. She was independent, riding the b**st’s massive cock from underneath.

Goran finally responded. “I know we didn’t try this, first. We need not only the alpha involved but also the herd. I think this might be the way.”

The way for what, Cat pondered. But before she could consider that question further, the alpha made a 180 degree turn. She swung slightly underneath by the bit of separation between her and the b**st’s belly. She moaned more as the cock thrust into her with each movement from the borsin. To her horror, the b**st took several tentative steps. She was being fucked, not by any humping from the a****l but by the steps it took. She dropped her head back to find the borsin moving toward the rest of the herd. It abruptly stopped which swung Cat further down the pole of meat inside her. She cried out as the jolt into the top of her pussy sent her into a crashing orgasm. Her tightly filled pussy spasmed around the cock even tighter to cause the a****l to slightly buck and grunt and paw the ground.

Cat was just beginning to feel an easing from her orgasm when the a****l began stepping, again. To the sides, she could see the legs and hooves of other borsin, then a borsin coming alongside and staying in position, matching stride for stride. She knew then it was Goran to assist in opening a path through the herd.

Every breath she could take was a gasp follow with a moan or whimper. Every step was like a powerful thrust of its cock into her. Every step drove her closer to the next orgasm. It wasn’t many more steps before her body exploded into the next orgasm, this one leaving her body shaking with spasms. A few more steps, still in her orgasm, the borsin stopped suddenly and seemed to freeze in place. She felt it at the entrance of her pussy, her opening stretch further as the cock swelled and pulsed as it began to climax. When the cum shot into her cock-filled pussy, it felt to her as if her insides were like a balloon being expanded until she felt the cum pressuring its way around the cock before spraying out from her distended pussy. Her mind gave her an immediate degrading image of what it must have looked like. But the only ones to see were Goran and the borsin.

Cat was panting, gasping for breath, desperate to control not only her breathing but her racing heart. But she couldn’t concentrate on anything. The alpha began moving, again. The simple movements began the powerful fucking, again. Her body began building to the next orgasm, again. This whole effort was to … maybe … win some control over the alpha, then hopefully the herd, but she couldn’t hold any control over even her own body.

She rode underneath, all but hanging onto her sanity, each step of the b**st like a powerful, rough partner fucking her with his arm for a cock. She was experiencing one orgasm after another, many on top each other, and she had by now lost count of how many she might have already experienced. Then, the a****l stopped and quaked, a deep rumbling sound that might have been mistaken for the earth shaking but came from the deep chest of the borsin above her. Cat’s eyes went wide as she again felt the cock swell larger. She still felt cum filled from the previous climax though the fucking had certainly squeezed cum out of her abused pussy along the way. When the cock jerked powerfully, it sprayed her insides, again ballooning her pussy to the point she felt swollen, and finally to have it spray unbelievably from her pussy.

Even as the cock’s spewing reduced to leaking large volumes of cum, he began walking, again. Cat groaned and moaned between her gasps and panting. She too exhausted, too spent, to do anything but endure the motion, to hang on the best she could, to minimize the abuse of the cock ramming into the top of her pussy with her feet and aching legs. Her face and upper body were dripping with sweat. Her lower body and thighs were dripping with cum … her cum and the borsin’s cum.

She had no idea how far they had walked … or, rather, how far the borsin had walked her. It seemed forever. It seemed they had passed through so many other borsin of the herd they had to be close to the end, but they continued to move. She really had no idea how large the herd was, the mass of a****ls had extended beyond a rise on the valley floor. So, she hung on … orgasming constantly … being filled with more cum … unbelievably, being filled with by cum from a cock that never deflated.

Cat didn’t even notice her world going black. At the peak of yet another unnumbered orgasm, it just happened.

The first signs of awareness came as sounds, sounds that seemed to be far, far in the distance. Then … a voice. It too was too far away for recognition. But it wasn’t. Not really. “Cat … Cat …” Recognition came to her slowly, but that was her Master’s voice. Her Master was calling her. She struggled through the fog and the distance, both only in her mind. Her Master … must respond …

Goran watched her face. He held her in his arms while he stroked her, caressed her softly. He watched as her eyes flickered under her eyelids. He watched as her lips finally began moving as though forming words without actual sounds escaping. He watched as her face scrunched up in effort and frustration. He watched as she managed to shake her head slightly from side to side.

“Master?” She managed to open her eyes into slits that slowly allowed her vision to focus. She felt the security of his strong arms around her. But she saw his rugged face filled with concern gazing down at her lift into a soft smile at the sight of her eyes opening. She sighed, “Master … Master, did we … did we do it?”

His laugh softly bounced her head resting on his chest. “We did nothing, but YOU did everything.” He kissed the top of her head and mewed with contentment at his touch and gentleness. “Yes, Cat, my wonderful, marvelous, beautiful Cat. Yes, I do believe you were successful.” He laughed, again.

She was puzzled by the way he said it. Surely, any success would have to be tested. His face flicked toward in front of him and she turned her attention that way. There stood both alpha males, towering above them and the herd milling behind them. There was something watchful, attentive about the way they stood. She smiled, not entirely sure of the implication, yet.

Goran asked, “How are you feeling?”

She chuckled, “Like fucking a borsin in NOT on my wish list for a day or so.”

Goran laughed hard at that. “Well, I think one might be a bit relieved to hear that.” They both laughed. He propped her up a little and asked, “How about going down to the lake where you can soak and clean up for a while.”

She said that sounded perfect and was in the process of starting to push herself up when the herd’s alpha moved to her and lowered his long horn to her. Cat gazed at the b**st’s head and eyes and swore she saw something in them. She grasped the horn nearest to her and was pulled up to her feet. The b**st then knelt on his front knees, lowering his head to her. The other borsin had never done this. Goran encouraged her. He wants you, he said. She stepped on the b**st’s shoulder and eased her sore body onto its back just behind the hump. She hung onto the mane as it regained his standing. She watched as the herd parted before them. Yes, it was safe to say it had worked. She had her borsin.

* * * CHAPTER 9: EXECUTE will follow (the end) * * * Thanks for reading.