Centaur Lover

Chapter One

 

The centaur was led up a ramp to the stage. She was beautiful with dark brown hair running from the crown of her head down her back to the intersection of her human torso with her horse body. Other than the customary vest most centaurs wore on their torsos, she was naked but for a complicated collection of leather straps, horse tack for the most part that crisscrossed her human and horse bodies. Her horse body was fawn-yellow and the color of her tail matched what was on her head. She held up head up proudly, defiantly, even though she was a prisoner.

The barker on the edge of the stage addressed the crowd. “For your viewing pleasure we have Leighla, a vicious centaur warrior from the Cumberland plains, captured in battle and still defiant. Note her hobbled legs and fettered wrists!” A small cheer went up from the crowd. They didn’t know exactly what they were getting, but they were pleased with the introduction.

As the barker had promised, Leighla’s hands were bound behind her back with heavy chains and manacles which were hooked to the leather straps on her body. The hobbles on her feet were not serious impediments but were enough to keep her under control. There were chains around three of her legs, each attached to a heavy weight she had to drag with each step. The metal cuff around her fourth leg circled her pastern which made her leg draw up close to her body and was linked to the leather straps so whenever she needed to use the left rear leg she couldn’t walk properly and had to make an ungainly hop. It was more for the purposes of humiliation than real restraint, but it worked well enough for the circus’s needs. It kept her under control.

“Warrior Leighla was abandoned by her tribe when she was defeated in battle with the armies of King Nephatron. Centaurs do not honor the weak. Centaurs do not like those who fail,” the barker announced. The crowd laughed. If rotten fruit had been available, they would have thrown it, but the circus didn’t allow such behavior in its shows. The circus had more refined tastes in entertaining its crowds.

“A slave centaur is a useless centaur to its tribe. To the centaurs of Cumberland, she is gone and forgotten.” The barker stroked his beard in a greasy gesture. “But that doesn’t mean she’s useless to us.”

Another cheer went up from the crowd. The two escorts handling Leighla moved her into position. They were burly men wearing black leather pants and boots and nothing else. Their hairless bodies were shiny with oil. It was all part of the show. Also part of the show was when the first groom grabbed the front of Leighla’s vest and pulled it away from her body. To the crowd it looked like he was tearing it in half. Those in the know saw it easily broke away along with distressed seams.

Her tits weren’t huge, due to her muscular arms and torso, but they were still impressive, especially since the nipples were pierced with black iron rings that were connected by a heavy iron chain that dragged her flesh downward.

The exposure of the centaur’s tits caused the crowd to cheer again, party at the creature’s humiliation and partly at the exposure of a female’s breasts.

Leighla spat a curse at the crowd in her language. The anonymous members of the mob just jeered back, not understanding a word she said. Under the direction of the barker the grooms worked quickly now. Over the stage was some rigging carefully fixed in place. They took down a heavy chain with a hook on the end and connected it to the manacles on Leighla’s wrists. A winch was cranked and Leighla’s bound arms were pulled back and upward, forcing her human torso to bend forward, letting her tits dangle down. The weight of the chain on her nipples stretched out the pliant flesh and a few members of the crowd at the edge of the stage reached up to yank the chain, but the grooms were alert for this and moved Leighla back far enough that she was safe from the lusty and maddened crowd.

The proud warrior seemed truly humbled on the stage in front of a mostly human crowd. A few dwarves were mixed in with the mass of humanoids; they were always eager to see weaker races tortured for amusement. The dwarves, with their long beards and stocky shoulders, lined the edge of the viewing area, sitting along top the fence. In addition to the dwarves were a handful of half-orcs, the unfortunate results of orc soldiers raping human women, though it sometimes went the other way as well, human soldiers raping female orcs. Their gray skin and pointed ears of the half-breeds along with their formidable height made them stand out from the crowd. Though they were hard to pick out because of their natural inclination to blend in, a few elves joined the raucous gathering, these elves being ones who sought the more unusual excitement that could only be found with less refined races.

Leighla’s head was hanging low as she was turned for the entire crowd to view. One of the grooms attached a hook to her nipple chain and then attached the hook to a bold in the floor of the wooden stage. This helped immobilize her, but was just another step in humiliation and torture. It wouldn’t truly hold a determined centaur.

The barker stepped to the center of the stage, lightly patting Leighla’s impressive rump as he passed her, touching her like he would a common, dumb horse and not an intelligent and sentient being. It was a practiced gesture. “I know why you’ve all come here tonight,” he called out to them. A few whistles and cheers briefly interrupted the barker’s patter. “You didn’t come to see the Celestial Sisters dance naked with a satyr.” A couple members of the mob called out that indeed they had, but the barker ignored the comments. “You didn’t come to watch Princess Daisy give head to the most well-endowed man in the Northern Territories, Atlatus!” Another cheer confirmed that most of the crowd had enjoyed the show of a beautiful young girl who was probably not a princess suck off a man with a huge cock that produced copious amounts of semen when her climaxed, though a few were certain they had seen bigger cocks than what Atlatus sported between his legs. “You didn’t come to see Vicious Sid whip the clothes off a virtuous girl and then fuck her while she begged him for more.” Ellenie was neither a girl nor virtuous. She was half elf and half human and she had been fucking Sid for as long as any member of the circus could remember.

“You came here to have the chance to fuck a centaur, did you not?!” The crowd screamed in response to the barker’s question. It was the climax of the show. Every ticket was the chance to win the opportunity to have sex with Leigh