ADVENTURES ON HOR 6: THE BORSIN free porn video

CHAPTER 6: THE BORSIN

“Master?” They were riding the borsin and were half a day from the city containing Santini’s compound. Cat thought it was safe to ask the question. “While I was occupied with Santini’s advisors and leaders, what did you learn the man wanted from you?”

The answer came as a single word and Cat felt the tension in giving it, “Bartle.”

“You said that before, Master, but what about Bartle? And, wasn’t he the one who gave you your freedom before you could be marked?” He grunted. “You didn’t accept the mission, did you?”

His curt, abrupt response quieted her for the rest of the day. “It’s complicated. I have to think, Cat.”

After a day of travel, Goran busied himself with the equipment packs while Cat got a stew started over the campfire before playing sumo-wrestler with the borsin to wipe him down and get him to the river to drink, then back near the camp. She was muttering about the stupid, obstinate borsin when she returned to finish the stew. Many of the words she used in English gave a clear indication of her time in a forward Marine unit.

The light was fading when they were finished eating. Goran told her to practice with the bow before she lost all the light. She wanted an explanation but could still hear in his manner that he wasn’t ready. Perhaps, he was still working out what needed to happen. She moved to the weapons leaning against the packs and took up the bow and quiver he gave her that was made to his exacting specifications. He had allowed her to compare hers to his. Hers was a foot shorter but otherwise seemed to be identical except she felt the draw on his to be heavier by the size proportion. He had commented that her bow had a draw strength comparable to what a Horean male would be using. That was when it hit her how much stronger she had become in the time she had been on HOR and especially since she had been with Goran and he paid attention to the nutrients she got in her diet. She had arrived on HOR as a 5’ 9” athletic 120 pounds with 17% body fat, well within the athletic range for women. She felt she was now 150 pounds and less body fat. Goran felt her body had transformed like his and she had easily added 40 pounds of muscle distributed over her body while losing 10 pounds of fat that made her muscles stand out. That she was most often naked had caused her to be used to others looking at her and she had failed to appreciate how imposing her body appeared until Goran stood her in front of a full mirror in Santini’s elegant residence. Although her body growth hadn’t appeared to increase or decrease the size of her D-cup breasts, the underlying chest muscles had firmed them significantly. She remembered the stunned expression on her face as she gazed at the woman in the glass as if it couldn’t possibly be herself. She had gone as far as parting the sheer gown to flex her thighs and calves, appreciate the six-pack definition on her abdomen, the increased width and thickness of her shoulders and lats, and how her biceps and triceps jumped out on her arms. Only then had she remembered how much easier it had become to handle the full packs that the borsin carried as massive saddlebags.

Goran had stressed the need to be expert in multiple weapons. The fault he found with most Horean warriors and fighting slaves was a tendency to specialization. They may be proficient with the sword, lance or bow, but seldom with all of them. Various combat situations lent themselves to an efficiency of one or another, even the use of the dagger. And, she learned that the use of the dagger wasn’t merely thrusting it into the body but effectively placing it to cause the most damage inside. A well-placed thrust from just below the ribcage up into the chest cavity could quickly kill by penetrating the heart without getting caught up in the ribs. Every day was another lesson in the unique art of killing. It always reinforced the brutality that existed on HOR.

She had moved into the thick forest next to the clearing at the river that was their camp. Goran had wanted her to practice her weapons out of sight if there should be anyone possibly near enough, though she doubted anyone could be the way he continually watched. He stood behind her in the trees and called out targets: a knot in a tree 30 yards away; a hanging piece of fruit; a tree 50 yards away and barely visible through multiple trees in between. Out of 3 dozen shots she had only missed on one, a hanging piece of fruit the size of a medium cantaloupe at 40 yards, the equivalent of an ill-advised head shot. After retrieving all the arrows but the one miss, she returned to the fire where Goran was stirring the coals under newly placed wood as darkness quickly d****d over them.

“You’re ready … if you don’t freeze at the critical moment.”

Cat stared boldly at the man next to her. “I’ve killed before.”

He answered without turning to her, “Yes, I know you have. I don’t want you to forget, though … it is one thing to kill from a distance with a bullet and something else at arm’s length by slicing up someone you look in the face at.” He paused and turned his attention to her. “Sorry, Cat. I am not doubting you. I have trained many men and none have responded to it like you have. It’s just … that first up-close kill … it’s the hardest.”

“You’re right … I know … I’ve felt that, already.” He jerked his eyes to hers. She had never told him that before. “It was a sentry. I could feel his blood on my fingers after I cut his throat.” He looked at her with new understanding and approval. He learned some details about her almost by accident. She wasn’t one who bragged about her accomplishments, experience, or talents. He nodded without saying more. Being humble about yourself kept you honest and desiring improvement.

He began talking about Santini and Bartle. The short answer was Santini wanted Bartle, the warlord in the adjacent region. They have long been fierce rivals, which led to the longer answer. Santini has long had visions of expanding his region of influence and control. In his own mind, he sees himself capable of ruling like a king. It has been the presence of Bartle that has limited his ability to seek that dream. Bartle, on the other hand, is a warlord out of necessity to constrain the aggressive nature of Santini. As Santini hold control through wielding power through fear and threat, Bartle has established a near utopia in comparison. It might resemble an efficient socialist society in which everyone pulls their weight and receives equivalent rewards. His army is largely volunteer, though he encourages several years of service as young men followed by reserve availability in the case of regional threat. Where Santini is feared by the people in his region and enjoys a life of riches while the people are left struggling from his taxes, Bartle lives modestly in the heart of the largest city living not on taxes imposed but on the assets of the several enterprises he continues to effectively manage with his twin sons. His position of leadership was thrust on him in a time of threat from roaming mercenaries and nearby warlords seeking expansion into a thriving region.

Goran paused and in the flickering light of the campfire he gazed out beyond the river, in the direction Cat knew to be the jagged, snow-capped mountains now shrouded in the black of night. She sat patiently and waited. As much as Santini wanted to expand his influence and increase his wealth by the addition of a thriving region like Bartle’s, he was also consumed by the lust for riches rumored to be beyond those peaks that have rejected all attempts in the past. His vision is to amass a massive combined army to probe the mountains is search of a way over. It’s as if he thinks the land on the other side will yield riches just lying on the ground waiting for someone to claim.

When Goran fell silent, again, Cat ventured a question. “But, Master, you said the draw of mystery surrounding what lay beyond the mountains all but died out as all expeditions failed miserably in death on the slopes. Why is he so determined and confident?”

His initial response was merely a chuckle … a sad, weary chuckle. “Ironically … me.” He wearily stretched his body out alongside the fire and put his arm out. Cat eagerly slid into the inviting embrace, stretching her naked body alongside his. She almost purred in his arm and waited for him to continue in explanation.

Santini believed that Goran had either discovered a way to the other side or was taken there in some favor-for-favor arrangement Goran was known for sometimes accepting as payment for a service provided. He also believed that the borsin Goran rode was an a****l from the other side. Though merely speculative on Santini’s part, he was correct, of course. Goran had tried to brush the speculation off as more ridiculous fantasy over legends and that the borsin was only discovered and captured in the far northern wilderness, another region of untamed mystery that was forbidding because of the long, harsh winters and fierce inhabitants who lived in small groups individual groups except when they would band together to harass and drive off anyone entering with guerilla-style warfare. He wasn’t appeased, however. Even if that could be true, he argued, a similar borsin would have been reported.

“I have always considered Santini merely brutally blood-thirsty, treacherous, and singularly focused on his ego. I underestimated his thought process. Underneath his impulse to achieve his goals by reckless, impulsive use of his army is a mind capable of thought. It makes him more dangerous than I had considered.”

Cat snuggled into his side but she was highly interested in what he was saying. “So, if he wasn’t satisfied by your response …”

Goran chuckled. “The bottom-line is he needs me so he wasn’t about to be too offended. He knows I might be the only one who can get close enough to Bartle and capable of assassinating him and surviving. He also knows that if I have been to the other side of the mountains, I am the only one. No, he needs me and that was how I could drive the price so high.” She shifted up to look questioningly at him. He laughed. “No, I have no intention of killing Bartle. He is one of the good ones, but I have to figure out what I am going to do. I can’t just walk away with Santini’s down payment and not be hunted myself … more than I already am, anyway.”

He warned Santini it was a dangerous and intricate venture being asked. He would need time to get a lay of the city and compound, then plan, and verify the plan. He assured Santini he would get word to him after the next full moon (the smaller one). Santini wanted to attack after Bartle was found dead.

“Master … I thought Bartle had two sons. Wouldn’t leadership transfer to one of them?”

“Santini is counting on the twins to be in conflict for control and power. He thinks the chaos of the bickering sons will leave them defenseless. He might ordinarily be correct, too.”

“Ordinarily, Master?”

He pulled her back into his side and stroked her bare body. “Yes … ordinarily. I have to think of a way to keep that from happening. First, we go see Bartle. Then, we need to make a trip.”

She realized what he was up to. “We’re going to be working with Bartle, not against him.” Goran hugged Cat tight. But Goran had taken Santini’s money, Cat thought. How was he going to manage this?

At the first pre-dawn sounds of the HOR birds, Cat slithered under the furs covering the two of them. She took pride and pleasure in bringing him to an early climax to start the day and, as far as she was concerned, starting her day swallowing a load of his cum could only be topped by his cum in her pussy. As strange as all this seemed to her when she, on the rare occasions allowed herself, considered her life now, being with Goran like this, his slave, was freeing and satisfying. She knew he trusted and respected her mind and thought process. He thought issues out himself, then brought the issue and his thoughts to her, the two of them working solutions out. But she was always mindful of the primitive nature of society on HOR and Goran’s greater experience with it might dictate what might seem an irrational path, but HOR was in many ways just that, irrational. Then, there was the trust Goran had in her physical abilities. He had brought out in her what he called, the warrior. He honed her skills far beyond what the Marines had required of her as a field leader whose primary responsibility was science interrogation and investigation. The martial arts training she thought she was taking to stay in shape now appeared to have fed a part of her she hadn’t comprehended at the time. She took to the training with the sword, dagger, and bow as if it were an extension of herself. The praise and approval she received from Goran with her training pressed her on with untiring dedication.

Later, Cat stopped in her efforts at packing up the camp equipment and watched Goran pull on his hide pants and boots before reaching for his belt and weapons. Deep inside the other pack was the pants he had acquired for her. He caught her gaze, let his weapons drop back to the ground, and pulled her up to stand in his arms. His hands freely caressed her naked back, then created a small space between them to fondle her breasts, a hand slide down to her abdomen and slipping between her thighs she had opened in anticipation for him. His finger slid along her pussy lips, touched her clit, and brought a sigh from her. His finger parted her pussy lips and slid through them, her seemingly ever-present juices allowing the finger to easily part her lips as he teased his finger at her hole. She u*********sly lowered her body slightly to encourage penetration.

The motion of her body wasn’t lost on him. When she opened her eyes, he was gazing intently into them. He smiled and kissed her. With one hand, her loosened his pants and pushed the waist below his hardening cock. His hands slid up her body, gripping her under her arms, and lifted her. She assisted with a bounce and wrapped her arms and legs around him, her eyes holding his were lust filled. She gasped, her mouth opening as his hard cock pressed between her legs. Between them, his hand assisting in directing his cock and she moving her ass over it, she was penetrated, just the head inside her. She knew what was coming and her entire body quivered in preparation. Despite the increase in muscle weight her body had packed on, their combined strength made such maneuvers seem almost effortless to them. Their eyes locked on each other’s, a small smile formed on Goran’s mouth, and Cat’s mouth opened in anticipation. He all but let go of his grip on her ass. She fell the full length of his marvelous cock, impaling her deep and powerfully before his grip stopped her dropped as she hit the base of his cock.

Cat’s head dropped backward; her eyes open but rolling back until he saw mostly the whites. The drop didn’t just jam his cock fiercely deep into her but mercilessly crushed her clit against her pelvic bone.

She cried out, then exclaimed, “OH … FUCK … MASTER!”

Between his hands and her arms and legs, she bounced up and down on the pole she sat on. He lasted a long time having already cum earlier. It was on her second orgasm that he joined her. When she raised her face from his neck with the subsiding of the earthquake within her body, she was surprised to see he had carried her to the edge of the river. He indicated with his chin across the river. Still clenched together, still sitting on his cock, she turned her head. On the other shore was a herd of a****ls she thought of as ‘deer’. They weren’t quite the same, nothing really seemed quite the same, but it was the closest thing on Earth. And, like the deer on Earth, they somehow held the same peacefulness and intrigue of the natural world.

He moved her slightly so she could feel his cock still hard inside her. “What are you?”

Without hesitation, “Your slave, Master.” Whatever thoughts of belongings she might have been musing on before were gone.

“What is your duty?”

“Obedience and your pleasure, Master.”

He raised her up and could feel his cock was losing hardness. “You are a perfect slave, Cat. And, we are a perfect fit.” She giggled at that and he chuckled, “No … well, yes, that way, too … but you are a perfect fit in other ways, too. And, soon you will be more.”

Cat tilted her head, “More than perfect, Master?”

He smiled as he lifted her off his softening cock. Cum dripped from her gaping pussy as she stood before him. “When the time is right, you will be more than a slave.”

After several days of crossing the river, passing through a dense forest, then navigating down across and up a deep canyon, they stopped to make camp. It was early but Goran said they were within a final day of the city containing Bartle’s compound.

Cat and Goran cared for the borsin, as always, before setting up the camp and considering their own needs. Goran assisted Cat onto its back and lifted leather, collapsible buckets of water from the lake they stopped at. Cat, being naked, poured the water over its back and brushed the hide to both cool it and to wash out the mix of its sweat and their own from the long ride. After sliding off and gracefully landing on her feet in a crouch, she did the same to its legs, massive chest and belly. It was a magnificent creature and despite its orneriness exhibited to her compared to its response to Goran she was very much drawn to it. The countless times she had performed this task seemed to be working somewhat in her favor with the creature but she still felt she was trying to get a small, obstinate elephant to cooperate.

Goran was watching with delight. Cat had set her shoulder into the borsin’s front leg, her feet several feet back as she tried to muscle the borsin to move out of a muddy puddle that had been created in the process of washing him. She finally threw up her hands in exasperation.

“The hell with you!” she shouted at it. “You can have muddy hooves, then!”

She turned away to find Goran desperate to hold back laughter she could see was filling up inside him. He was kneeling creating a fire ring of rocks and piling kindling inside the circle. His attempts to keep the huge smile from his mouth was about to fail miserably when she strode up to him and stopped with her fists pressed into her beautiful hips and her feet planted determinedly at shoulder width, a posture reflecting her frustration. He looked up at her with all her significant charms on full display: her skin bore a sheen of sweat from her efforts; her heaving chest was a magnet to highlight her large, firm breasts; and, her legs parted in the defiant posture presented her shaved pussy clearly, especially from his position on the ground.

She took several deep breaths, which to Goran, only drew more attention to her breasts. He could see her frustration was at a point that made the time possible. It seemed crazy even to him to suggest. To his knowledge it hadn’t been done in anyone’s memory, but there was the legend …

He decided the camp setup and food could wait. He moved to their equipment, pulling her allow with him. He sat on the ground, his back against one of the packs, his legs bent and open with his hands reaching out for her. The tension and frustration that had filled her slipped away as she settled between his legs and leaned back into his body, his hands crossing onto her front. One hand cupped a breast while the other idly stroked her stomach to her mound. She sighed and felt her body drain of the tension as the soft, erotic sensations replaced it. Goran used his hands to sooth Cat. The borsin was a spectacular physical creature of natural power and impression. He had never had a similar reaction to any other creature until Cat. Although different, she exuded a similar impression to him but magnified by beauty and eroticism. Perhaps, if it were any other woman and all this might not be possible.

“You wanted to know about the borsin and his kind.” While his hands played over her naked body, she could sense his mind was shifting to a memory of some other time and experience.

On the other side of the mountains he has referred to many times, is a wide valley contained on the other side by another imposing mountain range. The valley is lush with a****l life, plants, water and protected. In that valley live a people called Anagor. They are a tribe of ancient origins who at some point in time ventured into the valley. The Anagoreans have defended their valley successfully against intruders, allowing them an existence in relative peace. Perhaps because their land is so plentiful in supplying their needs, they have advanced little over time compared to other regions of HOR. Goran likened their situation to that of the Native Americans who lived simpler lives off what the land to offer them compared to the Europeans who had advanced significantly with metals and mechanization driven by their need of conquest for resources and power.

The social structure of the Anagor people is similarly straightforward. They are governed by a single chief who may rely on the advice of members with gifts of healing, story-tellers of history, or accomplish hunters who double as warriors when needed. Ultimately, though, it is the final word of the chief that resolves all matters of action or dispute. The chief is not a position held by descendants of birth or selection by the current chief. As an indication of how in tune and reliant the Anagoeans are with the natural world, the chief is determined by the borsins who roam the valley in herds, not unlike the buffalo of the American West. Not as a test of purely physical strength and dominance but of purpose of will and heart through physical strength, the alpha borsin will submit, in a sense, to one man. That borsin becomes dedicated to that man and that man ascends to becoming chief. Many men may try for the honor but fail, some dying in the attempt of exerting their will over such a powerful creature. As a result, only the chief rides a borsin while others ride the common horse-like a****ls.

One of Goran’s fingers had casually penetrated Cat’s leaking pussy. She had lifted her legs over the outside of his to fully open her body to his hands. His hands fondled her breasts, his fingers rolled her nipples, stroked along her pussy and penetrated inside it. The movements were casual, familiar, and unhurried. His intimate touch was assumed as was her acceptance of the touch. She sighed without drama but of an open release of the comfort and awareness it gave her of being his. The warm sensations in her body had nothing to deter her mind on his words, however.

“Master, you just said ‘only the chief rides a borsin’ but you ride a borsin.”

“Yes. I was being pursued by a small army after killing a small warlord. The man I did the deed for had underestimated the power structure, however. Leadership was immediately transferred without strife or struggle and not only did a war ensue, but I became hunted. I retreated into the mountains, sure they would retreat. They didn’t and I was forced to fight them off using guerilla tactics of ambush, attack, and retreat. As I retreated higher and higher into the mountains, my position of higher ground soon gave me a superior advantage, allowing me to kill warrior after warrior, one at a time. Eventually, the remaining did retreat. I later found that episode added to the legend forming around my name. I had been wounded numerous times, however. I was still only a man despite the stories that grew around my exploits. I decided to retreat over the mountains for a time to heal properly … if I could, since it was believed to be impossible. As it turned out, a single man didn’t attracted attention like a moving group or small army attempting the crossing. I was dazed and weak when I found myself wandering in the lush valley and was eventually captured by embarrassed Anagorean hunters who were supposed to have been guarding against anyone crossing.” He paused, clearly revisiting the event in his mind.

When he took up the story, again, he chuckled. They allowed him to heal, even assisting it with treatment and their medicines. But … they were healing him to test him. He was put out into the valley with the tribe watching from a distance. He was told he was being tested … live or die, it was not the judgement of the herd. It would be later that he would learn the tribe used the same process for determining their chief. He was quickly challenged by several males but he was looking for the alpha who stood just behind a group of younger males who may have been trying to show some influence on the herd or, at least, the single females. When he came out of the herd riding the alpha, it caused quite the turmoil. Only chief ride the borsin, yet here was an outside accomplishing the same. Goran spent time with the tribe as they debated what the sign meant. In that time, he learned from the story-tellers much about the tribe and their system. As he understood the conflict posed by his accomplishment, he offered a resolution. He would take the borsin as his as a sign of his allegiance to the tribe but he had desire to challenge the current Chief for leadership.

Cat was holding her attention to every word, but her hips were moving over the two fingers penetrating her pussy and soft moans escaped her mouth as those fingers and the ones on her nipples continued to tease her with gentle arousal. “So, you became a brother of sorts to the tribe.” She felt his nod. She thought about the story, then, “There is only being a physically strong man to take control over such a borsin? I was hoping there was a way I could gain more control from him like you do.”

He lifted her back from his body and loosened his pants, then pulled her up as his legs came together. She raised her hips in anticipation and excitement. She lowered her hips onto his stomach and reached between her legs for his now exposed, hard cock. She raised it slightly and slid her body down to impale herself. She sighed at the welcoming feeling of being filled once again by him, his cock sliding into her tightly clasping pussy wet and yielding from the teasing of her body. She started moving as if to fuck him, but he held her in place. As he wishes, she thought, so she clenched her pussy muscles around his cock as if gently sucking or milking it.

“I think there is a way, but I don’t know you are going to like it. While I was with them, I spent time with the story-tellers, the historians of the tribe, to understand them. They were so content to live a simple and primitive life, even by the standards of HOR. They were content to have developed tools only to the extent they needed. Their weapons were primarily developed for hunting. They hunted the borsin but only what they needed to supplement for food and clothing. Their development into metal and mechanization was limited and primitive. They were well behind the rest of HOR but were isolated and protected by the mountains.” He flexed his cock inside her and she sighed at the feeling of him. “But, to your point … among their stories was of a time long ago, before any who now lived, when the tribe was led by a Chief and Chieftess, a man and a woman who had control of borsins.” That had Cat’s attention and she pushed down on his cock hoping to hear more. “According to the stories, she was believed to be the only one but she definitely had the same control as the man and rode her own male borsin. The story-tellers were convinced by the description of the woman that she wasn’t strong enough. How she managed it has been a mystery.”

He thrust into her. Still lying with her back to his front, his fingers worked over her clit as he thrust his cock into her pussy. She gasped out, “But … Master … a mystery doesn’t … help me.”

He took a nipple between his fingers, pulling on it, twisting it as he pressed and stroked her clit while his cock moved in shirt jerking motions inside her. “It may not be such a mystery, after all, slave.” Calling her slave was like calling her slut and it sent a shiver through her willing body knowing both terms were very appropriate for her now. “Do you know the term ‘dropping’ as it applies to a horse?”

She nodded, “The penis … slides out … of the sheath …”

He thrust harder into her. She responded to the words, but more of her attention was going to the cock in her pussy and the fingers on her nipples and clit. “Have you noticed my borsin when you are cleaning him?” She nodded. She was confused by the line of questions. What did that have to do with anything? “Have you noticed him doing that when I clean him?”

She stopped her movements on his cock. He continued to move in jerky movements inside her pussy and stimulating her, but she froze as her mind began making connections. “He’s just acting like a male … but …” She froze in thought. Her body had been quickly rising to an impending orgasm but her thoughts now had thrown a wet blanket on those impulses. She shifted forward and drew her feet back. Awkwardly, she turned on his cock until she was facing him. Even if she was now more interested in pursuing his thoughts, he was the one to initiate fucking so it was still required of her to continue. She positioned herself to more aggressively fuck him. With her knees under her, she raised her hips up and thrust back down over his cock. Her body responded to the cock filling her pussy and embedding deep inside, but a portion of her mind was also working on his words and meaning.

She settled down on his cock, her hands on his shoulders for support, and searched his eyes and face. “Master … you’re suggesting … that’s crazy, isn’t it? His cock is the size of my arm!” Her body quaked and her pussy spasmed around the cock inside her. And, she knew part of that reaction was the mental image her mind produced for her. She searched his eyes and face, sure she would find some indication that he was teasing her, but she found nothing to suggest it. He honestly thought that was how that woman long ago had managed what no other woman before or since had … maybe never even considered.

The thought was too much for her. Cat’s eyes closed as she began fucking Goran with intensity that matched the (absurd?) image solidly formed in her mind. He raised his hips up to meet her downward thrust over his cock. She was a wild woman it seemed to both of them. Her inhibitions she had carried with her from that 21st century existence were nearly completely gone. She would stand brazenly in a crowded village, town, or city while naked and vulnerable. She would fuck or suck men as she was directed by her Master with eagerness and devotion to the task. Goran knew she was capable of any directed task whether that of a slave or standing alongside him as a warrior. Soon, he would release her so even she would understand who she was on HOR.

For now, though, he fed the erotic image now formed in her mind. He fucked up into her downward thrusts to drive her arousal to a fever pitch. With both hands, he pinched, twisted, and pulled her sensitive nipples sending jolts of arousal through her body as she ground her pussy and pelvis over and against him, filling her pussy with his cock and grinding her clit against his pelvic bone. A normal slave became merely a vessel for release into by a master or other man. Cat had become a seductive, arousing, sexual creature who took a man to incredible heights of release as she sought her own incredible highs.

Cat felt Goran’s cock twitching and pulsing inside her as she slammed her body down the length of his cock, feeling the biggest cock she ever previously imaged filling her pussy as she thrust down and the incredible feeling of her muscles clamping on the cock as she pulled up in preparation of slamming back down. Her body was electric with a surprising orgasmic charge that was partially mind originating. When she slit her eyes, she saw her Master underneath her … not the borsin. She had no idea how she might fuck a creature so big, but the idea her Master had put into her brain wouldn’t ever be appeased now. It was an impossible idea but an impossible idea given to her by her Master. And, that made all the difference.

It seemed her hips were moving in a blur over his cock. Her pussy was spasming, quaking, clenching over his cock. His cock was jerking and pulsing inside her. They both felt every bit of it together. When they came at the exact same moment, it might have sounded to anyone else like two crazed, wild creatures.

It was many moments, Cat collapsed on Goran’s chest, his hands and arms securing her to him. All either of them could manage for those moments was to gasp and pant for air as if they had just completed a marathon in personal best times. By the time she felt recovered enough, she sat up, her hands on his wide, solid chest. She moved her pussy over the cock that had slipped out of her and lay flaccid under her oozing pussy lips.

“The borsin … you were serious … you think that’s the key.”

He smiled broadly and nodded, “The idea of it really fired you up, didn’t it?”

The next morning, Cat’s attention didn’t seem to be able to move from the borsin for more than a few moments before she found herself gazing at him, again. She had a fitful night, even securely in Goran’s arm. Her mind replayed images of the borsin over and over. But the real thing grazing just beyond the camp area was more imposing than anything her dreams had tried to imprint on her brain. She remembered her first impression when Goran had ridden the borsin on an intersecting path with the caravan. She had been fascinated by the borsin, but she has since become more familiar with it while caring for it and riding behind Goran on top of it. Her first impressions still held as she again looked at it with a whole new curiosity. Much like the American Bison on Earth in general shape but larger. It was half again as large being 10 feet high at the shoulders and 13 feet long from head to rear. The legs were thicker and stronger. The head was as massive in proportion but it had a beautiful, long mane and tail more similar to a horse. The horns were massive, curved like a Texas Longhorn and about 3 feet long. The hide was sleek and shiny like a magnificent horse. It was the long mane and their increased agility on HOR that allowed them to swing and jump the 10 feet onto its back. They rode it bareback and Goran controlled it as much with thought and pressing his knees into its side than using the mane as a rein.

Suddenly, there was a voice right behind her. “You can’t get it out of your head, can you?”

Kneeling at one of the packs and stuffing camp gear into it, at least when she wasn’t gazing at the borsin, she rocked back on her heels without taking her gaze from the magnificent creature. He was right, of course. “It seems like a crazy idea, Master.” Her next words surprised even her, “His body is massive and deep but his underside is still a good 5 or 6 feet above the ground.” Goran smiled. He wasn’t really surprised. Put a challenge before Cat and her mind just naturally went to work on it. They were talking about a possible explanation to a legend that might only be a story but, if it was the key, he knew Cat would be too intrigued by the potential. Of course, if this worked, Goran had something more in mind.

Cat stood and slowly turned to face him but her eyes were unfocused, fixed on some distant place far over his shoulder. Her words came out like a mantra intended to convince herself. “It’s just another male with a cock … just another cock … think of it like that … just another cock … subdue him like I have others for you … just another cock …” She turned, again, to face the borsin and Goran stepped up to embrace her from behind, one hand fondling her breast and the other sliding down her stomach and abdomen. Normally, she was so fully compliant to him that his touch would hold her in place until he released her, but this time she stepped purposefully away from him to the borsin’s head. He lowered his head to her and she clasped her hands on either side of and softly gasped as his snout and her face came together. The full impact of his enormous size and the intention she was considering hit her. She pulled back and looked into each of his eyes, an action that required her to flick her gaze from one to the other.

She couldn’t read anything in his face, but did she really expect to be able to? He seemed passive and at ease, perhaps quieter than normal. She had come to sense that his being obstinate was something of an act to aggravate her. It seemed that he was so responsive to Goran and he was letting her know she wasn’t the same as him. The borsin seemed calmer now, though. Perhaps Goran was right more than she had believed about the creature, that he, or its kind, were really that intelligent or intuitive with a human when they cared to be.

She took a couple deep breaths. She had no idea what she was truly intending to do. Treat him like any other male? It’s just another cock? Really? This thing was bigger and heavier than any SUV from her time. Its cock was bigger than her arm … maybe like Goran’s muscled arm. What was she thinking?

The spell of doubt and uncertainty was broken, though, not by anything her mind could conjure up to reinforce her resolve … but by the borsin itself. His massive tongue came out of its mouth and swiped over her face. With her in shock at the unexpected show of intimacy, he lowered his head further and licked each breast, the wide, rough tongue teasing each nipple with a prolonged rubbing. The action of the borsin sent a chill through her. Maybe Goran was right about these creatures. Maybe they really were very intelligent and intuitive. Maybe there was more to gaining a connection beyond pure physical strength and will.

She gazed deeply into the wide-spread eyes of the borsin and filled with a new feeling of potential. She pressed her forehead into the space between his eyes and took a huge breath, taking in the musky smell of his hide, feeling the bursts of air expelled from his nostrils onto her upper chest. She slipped to the side of his head, her arms wrapped around his neck, sliding along his body with her arms expanding as she moved to his shoulders, one reaching up and the other down under his neck to his front leg. She took a step back with her left hand still in contact with his side and bent slightly out of curiosity and anticipation. She expected to find the sheath encompassing the huge cock and wondering how she would entice it out, but instead found herself gasping as she saw inches of the exposed cock head showing and much of it slowly but steadily slide out from the sheath. A couple feet of limp cock hung from the sheath, her eyes wide open in stunned amazement at both the size and the apparent understanding and willingness of the creature.

She chuckled, maybe understanding a bit more of the complexity of these borsins a bit more. She glanced over her shoulder at Goran who was quietly standing at the side, his powerful arms folded across his powerful chest, a playful look in his sparkling eyes. Cat’s hand slide down the side of the borsin until it was on the underside as she moved towards his hind-quarters. She took a deep breath and bent over, again. This was going to be awkward. His chest was 5 feet above the ground, his belly more, though she noticed with interest for maybe the first time … the first time it was really significant to her. As she moved alongside the dangling cock-flesh all sorts of thoughts crashed inside her head, bouncing off each other and causing her to hesitate just a moment. He was so huge and power and she had become so accustomed to it that she took it for granted, forgetting the looks of shock and concern expressed by others at seeing him and outright fear when they brought him into their proximity as in villages and small cities. And now this? Her mind was actively working out how her 5’ 9” frame would fit underneath him at his crotch? But that was what she was doing and was going to do. By standing slightly off center, she wouldn’t need to bend at the waist or crouch to accomplish what she had already accepted doing: give him a blowjob. Except for those men who took her forcefully, aggressively, that was how she enticed the men her Master directed her to please. She was different than most slaves in that regard … as in other ways, too … but it had always been Goran’s intention that she would be considered unique, exceptional. She had never failed him and she wouldn’t here. Though he had never once directed her to perform this, it had always been obvious to her there was some other significance to the act. Her resolve reinforced by the thought, she carefully and gently reached out under his belly with soft, reassuring stroking of her hand.

She was surprised by the softness of the belly skin as though there was less of the short, protective hair the rest of his body was covered by. Though her hand was moving along his belly, her eyes couldn’t leave the dangling shaft of cock. Even as she gazed, more inches of cock slid out from the protective sheath. There was at least 2 feet and maybe more already exposed. Her mind was in a daze, but her hand didn’t seem to be so. Her hand dropped to the hanging length of flesh and slid down it to the head of the cock. Her other hand reached out as she turned to it and lifted the massive cock up in her hands. The borsin shifted as if steadying himself but wasn’t shying away.

The dazed feeling in her mind shifted to singular focus and curiosity. The cock in her hand seemed to have an erotic presence, existence, and reality beyond its attachment to anything else. Her hands gently wrapped around it felt it firming, expanding, lengthening. As the girth expanded, her fingers opened, encircling less of the shaft. The head of the cock seemed to lengthen toward her face as more of it slid out of the sheath and it hardened in her hands, transforming from the limp mass of flesh she initially held to a hard, weighty shaft like stone. She had no idea what a Bison’s cockhead might have looked like, but for some reason she was expecting this to look like a horse’s with a flanged, mushroom-like head. Instead, it wasn’t like that or a man’s with a bulbous helmet but a slightly tapered end that increased from the couple inches at the tip to the 3 and 4 inches she held in her hands. Her left hand, about 6 inches from the tip held a 3 inches of circumference while her right hand 1-1/2 feet from the tip held a 4 inch circumference.

The cock was hard, rigid, and the head seemed to have moved to her with a mesmerizing effect on her. There had to be at least 3 feet of rigid, hard, erect cock outside the sheath. She could feel the weight of it in her hands. She could feel the pulse of blood coursing through the shaft as if it could somehow become even harder, even more erect, than it already was.

She stood just to the side of the borsin and there was nothing else in the universe but that cock, that massive pole of borsin flesh in her hands and inches from her face. There was no thought. There was no longer any consideration, justification, or motivation. There was no several ton borsin attached to it. There was no rationalization to assist Goran. There was no expectation of her Master, even unexpressed. There was only the cock.

Her mouth opened even before her head began moving. The tapered head touched her parted lips and they closed around it. She was immersed in a sensual experience: her nose filled with the musty smell of the borsin; the smooth but firm shape between her lips; the enormity of the shaft in her hands; and, the psychological imprint on her mind. Her tongue explored the tip between her lips and an involuntary shiver passed over her body. She was giving head to a borsin roughly the size of a personnel carriage back home.

She felt some liquid on her tongue and pulled her mouth off slowly. Yes, precum, he was reacting to all this. Of course, he was, he was as hard as rock. A smiled had formed on her face as she returned her open mouth to his cock. Instead of just the taking the tip between her lips, she pressed her open mouth over the tip, closed her mouth, and slid down the length until she felt the taped tip at the back of her mouth. Compared to the length still in her hands, her mouth had very little of it inside, but the further her mouth passed down the shaft the more stretched her lips became. She had trained herself to pass Goran’s large cock into her throat and she hand no illusions that she could pass this one very far because of the quickly expanding width of it, but as she pressed harder against the tip, it passed the entrance to her throat and moved down it, her lips spreading extra wide in the effort.

She pulled back gasping from effort and controlled breathing with only her nose but pressed on, obsessed with sucking the cock to climax now that she had started. She worked the first 5 to 6 inches with her mouth, tongue, and lips. She pressed the cock into her mouth and sucked like a vacuum while pulling back with her tongue swirling around it. She was lost in the effort. Goran shifted position to watch from the side and the borsin shifted its front hooves and grunted with blasts of air driven from its nostrils but none of it distracted her effort, if she recognized any of it at all.

She felt it with her hands, first. The huge cock swelled within her hands, then pulsed, her right hand further back feeling it first, then her left hand. She pulled back on the cock so only the tip was inside her mouth, but she was unprepared for the explosion that would erupt. The borsin’s climax filled her mouth before the first spurt of cum was complete. She gulped in shock but gagged as more continued to spray her mouth and throat. In a protective reaction, she pulled her mouth completely off the cock. The last of the first spurt sprayed over her lower face. Cum was pouring from her mouth and nose, dripping onto her upper body and breasts. She gasped for air, her eyes wide in shock, when the second spurt sprayed her face and hair. She flinched, lowering the head of the cock, and spraying her body. She started with a giggled that grew into a full laugh of delight. She moved the cock head back to her mouth as she began sucking and licking the spent cum. Feeling more pulsing in the cock, she prepared herself. The third spurt was weaker, only by comparison to the others, and she managed to gulp most of the cum obscenely.

She sucked and licked the head of the cock, almost like she was hypnotized by the experience. The massive cock softened in her hands. When she released it, it hung from its sheath and slowly began receding back inside. For a moment, she stood fixated at the sight of that massive organ disappearing inside the creature. When she finally turned away to face Goran, she was rubbing her cum-soaked body. Her hands glided over her chest, breasts, stomach, abdomen, and between her legs as though the cum was some exotic skin lotion not to be wasted.

She looked at Goran in the eyes. He had seen lust filling her eyes many times before, but never like this. Her eyes seemed to reflect lust-filled flames burning inside her. Her words surprised him.

“When will he be ready, again?”

He shook his head, dumbfounded. He was surprised she went through with it but once she had that the effort would be that of a necessary experiment, only. Instead, she was curious about more. “How would I know?” He wanted to ask more but was afraid of sounding like he wanted her to do more. To him, this was only an experiment: was this how the Chieftess had gain control?

She turned back to the borsin and muttered, “I have to try …” Its massive head lowered to her, its tongue coming out to lick her messy face. It was a gentle action and Goran thought she might have already won over the borsin, but that didn’t seem to be her reasoning. In fact, there didn’t seem to be reasoning involved. She pressed her head to the a****l’s head, “I have to try …” The borsin seemed to nod his snout into her head, easily pushing her around by the slight effort of his head. She giggled, seemingly unapologetic and without any embarrassment about her actions in front of Goran. “You want to try, too? Do you agree with me?”

Cat looked around the camp area and spotted some s**ttered boulders along the shore of the river. Goran’s eyes followed hers. There was a large flat-topped boulder about 3 feet above the surrounding ground. She turned the borsin’s head and moved toward the boulders. Her words were quite un-slave-like.

“Master, would you get some blankets or hide-coverings?”

Goran stifled a laugh. He didn’t want to interrupt the moment, interrupt what was occurring between her and his borsin. He smiled as he did what she had requested. A meek slave could not attempt to win over control of such a creature. A meek slave could not have won over him to become the partner he now had.

As he spread out layers of covering over the surface of the rock, “Are you sure, Cat? What would keep him from impaling you into your chest?”

She turned to him and kissed him hard. “I have to, Master.” She looked into his eyes. “It’s something I feel. It feels like it is supposed to happen. I know, just know, this is how the Chieftess won control.” She looked back at the creature and muttered, “I think I know how to control the depth. He’s going to stretch me, though. But … I have to …”

When he swatted her butt, it was all she needed. The feeling of destiny inside her was intense, the most powerful guiding feeling she had experienced considering what she was about to do was still hugely intimidating. As dangerous physically as it obviously was, there was a psychological need pulling her forward into the action. She couldn’t explain it but there was a critical need for this, she was sure.

The borsin followed her as if anticipating what was about to happen. It was impossible not to be constantly aware of the a****l’s presence even when it stood quietly. As she stood next to the boulder with the hides spread over it, she turned and touched the borsin on the side of its massive head. She didn’t attempt to talk to it, just looked it in the eyes and took a deep breath. Before she could climb onto the covered boulder, Goran stopped her.

“Cat, are you sure about this? I think you have already achieved a level of connection with him.”

“This has to be the way that chieftess accomplished it, Master. If she was a normal sized woman who you said would be smaller and less powerful than me, she had to do something that was fully female. What might have caused her to try it is lost in time.” She touched the side of his head, not so unlike the way she had just done to the borsin, and looking as deeply into his eyes, too. “You’ve described your vision for us, Master: partners, comrades in arms, a dynamic duo.” She smiled. He wouldn’t get the reference to Batman and Robin, of course. “Is it appropriate to show so much concern for the welfare of a slave, Master?” She smiled teasingly.

He took her in his arms and held her tight within his powerful grasp. “You know you are not just a slave to me.”

She smiled, “And I thank the gods, as they say here, that our paths crossed that day. But I think I have this figured out. Don’t worry, Master, I have no intention of dying on a borsin’s cock. Though … if I was to have to die …”

He took both nipples in his finger and squeezed causing her to suck in a deep breath. “You are such a slutty slave.”

As she turned to crawl onto the boulder, his tightly pinching fingers pulled her nipples and breast flesh until they released. She smiled back to him, “Ai, Sar.”

As she took position on the top of the boulder, she knew Goran was right about the effect she had already achieved with his borsin. It was no small fete to give the b**st a blowjob and she shivered at what she was positioning herself to try now. But the borsin was already following her lead and it might be questionable if she really needed to go this extra effort. Something inside her, despite Goran’s attempt to appease her otherwise, told her being able to do this would have major significance. And, if this helped in realizing Goran’s vision, how could a slave stand in its way? She’d give her life for Goran and there were many ways she had considered how that might happen as he trained her for battle … being impaled by a cock was not one of those ways.

She lay on her back, the height of the boulder put her within a couple feet of the belly of the borsin. With her legs spread wide, Goran encouraged the a****l over her. She was cast into shadow immediately by its bulk. She felt the massive cock bump against her crotch and she raised her head to peer down her body. She bent to the side in what might have been a side crunch but her intention was to get her hands between her legs to grasp onto the cock head. She wiggled down until her crotch was firmly pressing against the cock head, then moved the massive head along her dripping pussy. Goran’s cock was large so she wasn’t too concerned about the beginning of penetration … it was later she had to be careful about.

There was no way Goran would be able to hold the borsin from moving forward if it wanted to. Cat needed to act quickly in the next critical steps. With the head pressing at her crotch, Cat raised her feet and firmly pressed them into the borsin’s flanks. This served two purposes: it spread her legs very wide to get outside the belly area; and, she could use her feet and legs for leverage against wide thrusts. Her legs couldn’t stop a big thrust but her legs pressed against him would slide her in the same direction of the thrust. At least, that was her plan.

She took a deep breath, the borsin’s cock head pressing in her crotch, and her feet firmly in place on his flanks. She raised her hips and guided the tip along her pussy until it sank into her hole. She groaned and the borsin shifted his hind hooves in response. It was probably just a matter of the feeling of her wet, warm pussy suddenly enveloping his cock head, but the effect was to jam several more inches of cock into her. She realized how alert she would have to be and wondered if it was going to be possible to maintain that awareness. The several inches of cock inside her already felt like the size of Goran. She relaxed the tension in her legs slightly and the borsin slipped another several inches into her. Cat allowed her head to fall back to the hides covering the rock as she wiggled down and the b**st pressed toward her. She didn’t know how much she had taken and she doubted it was really very much compared to his length but she felt a fullness she couldn’t believe. Every movement of his cock stretched her pussy more. She gasped and groaned and panted with the effort.

Soon, very soon, she cried out when the borsin pulled back and thrust. It was a natural response to what was happening and Cat was somewhat prepared with her feet and legs tensioned but even the tension in her legs and slipping on the hides didn’t entirely solve the issue. The cock jammed deep into her with the thrust. At the same moment, her pussy felt like it was going to be split wide open by the circumference she was now taking and the head of his cock slammed into the top of the vaginal cavity. She cried out in pain, pain at her pussy opening and pain inside. She pressed her feet against the flanks, desperate for a moment, a few moments, to adjust to this pole jammed inside her. A man could be told, but this …

Somehow, the borsin stopped. Cat panted as her body seemed to be screaming and, at first, she didn’t fully register what was happening … she was just thankful for the moments for her body to adjust, to slowly relax and accept the size of cock lodged inside her pussy. As that adjustment allowed her to relax, though, her mind caught up. Goran talked about a connection with the borsin, mental link that existed between him and it. Cat’s hands moved to the sides of the borsin, as far as she could reach, and stroked it to express her thanks. This simple moment, this apparent moment of connection, convinced her … this was the way the chieftess connected. And, in that moment, she raised her hips off the rock to better align her pussy on its cock. ‘Fuck me’. It was a thought, not verbalized. The borsin pulled back and thrust back in. It still took several more thrusts for the feelings through her pussy to evolve from searing, tearing pain to overwhelming stimulation, but it did. Cat wouldn’t be able to even identify when the transfer occurred but she found herself flexing her legs to take more and more of the brutal cock as her pussy opening and vaginal chamber adjusted unbelievably to the onslaught.

When her first orgasm crashed over her, she still maintained some control. Her body shook and quivered but her legs remained relatively firm. The borsin’s thrusts had inched Cat more than a foot from her original position on the rock as her feet and legs served their purpose. Throughout her orgasm, the borsin never stopped his thrusting. Every thrust struck the top of her pussy and every thrust seemed to adjust something inside her body to allow more of the cock to enter her. Even after her orgasm subsided, she was only semi-conscious of anything else but the overwhelming feeling of that massive cock filling her, rubbing her pussy walls that were clamped unbelievably around it, every fiber of her ultra-sensitive nerve endings being constantly stimulated as the cock move in and out.

Goran moved to the side of them. He felt a bit like an intruding voyeur to be so fascinated, to want a better angle to see what was happening, to satisfy his own apparent arousal at seeing Cat so consumed in her orgasmic experience. His personal experience with Cat was more stimulating than any woman, free or slave, he had ever experienced. Seeing her with other men as an offered slave, as was the tradition on HOR, aroused him every time. Seeing this, though … this was somehow so much more.

She crashed into her second orgasm. She was getting weak, fatigued by the stimulation and the wearing effect of the orgasms. Would she be able to hold enough awareness to add her control to avoiding this cock from ramming its way right into her chest cavity? That moment of concern coincided with the hoped-for reaction from the borsin. She first heard a deep rumbling coming from the chest cavity above her head and followed by jerky motions from its haunches, and a trembling of it body in general. To Cat’s hazy mind, it resembled the event leading to an earth eruption, before the ground opened up and spewed its hot fluids out. She giggled at the comparison, which confused the onlooking Goran. Cat understood that the eruption was close and the comparison in her mind of a volcanic eruption might be very appropriate, but she was beyond being able to do more about it than maintaining the tension in her legs, a desperate effort to avoid internal damage.

Cat felt the giant cock inside her swell unbelievably inside her. She cried out, not due to some increased pain but in the anticipation of the culmination of this crazy mating she undertook. It never occurred to her to push with her legs to ease her body partially or fully off the pulsing member. If she had thought about it, if she had been capable of the thinking about it, it might have seemed prudent but she probably wouldn’t have, anyway. She now wanted the full experience and more than her own experience she wanted to give the borsin the experience. That was what this was all about.

So, when she felt the swelling of the cock and the pulsing of it, her mouth opened and her eyes closed in anticipation and concentration. But when she felt the flow of cum through the cock, her eyes shot open in the recognition of what was about to happen. Volcanic eruption seemed very appropriate, indeed. With a violent jerk of the cock and deep rumblings from deep inside its chest, the borsin climaxed. The initial discharge of cum seemed to Cat to be a fire hose suddenly opened at full pressure. It filled her vaginal cavity completely and it had only started. Cum squirted out from around the pulsing cock from her pussy, spraying cum out several feet. She was gasping as a third orgasm crashed over her with the sensation of being washed with warm cum from the inside out. The second and third eruptions of cum were the same and left her utterly exhausted, her feet finally sagging from the haunches of the borsin as she lay limp on the boulder, her legs splayed and hanging off the sides while impaled by a massive pole of flesh.

Through the haze the experience left her in, she knew she would never forget the experience … and … she knew she would be doing it more.

* * * CHAPTER 7: PREPARATION will follow * * * Thanks for reading.