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Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica/Horror
Description: [Warning: contains strong BDSM elements that may offend some readers] Sentenced to be trained as a human pony, Theresa endures the lust and spite of the handsome groom that has been assigned to her. His desire to make her suffer causes her masochism to flourish, and terrified by the swiftness of her seduction into decadence, she plots to escape. However, her recapture sees her sent back to the city and the ministrations of her old nemesis Pelakh. She is additionally exposed to the stringent care of the diabolic sisterhood and a most sublime and powerful dominant. In the care of the High Theocrat, she is readied for a fate that she could not dreamed possible. Meanwhile, the threat to the Theocracy grows. As the enemy takes colony worlds with ease and swiftly strips them bare, Lord Eldral remains in the front lines and sees first hand what the foe is capable of. Plot and counter plot run rampant as the Dregakk capacity for sexual subterfuge and sadistic depravity are set against Theresa's lust for new sensation and experience.
eBook Publisher: eXtasy eBooks, 2007 extasybooks.com
eBookwise Release Date: June 2007

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [337 KB]
Words: 76172
Reading time: 217-304 min.

"Still, you aren't a beast yet, and it'd be a shame not to sample you one last time before you say goodbye to such treats for good."

The words had barely registered before his cock thundered into her. Theresa forced her face even harder to the ground and bit her lip in endurance. His hands grabbed her hips and caressed her buttocks as he thrust back and forth. The urge to holler was almost irresistible.

"This is the last cock you'll feel, slave. After this, the only reward you will gain is a respite from punishment."

Theresa's eyes welled with tears at the prospect. Surely they would not deprive her of orgasm ever more, surely the implant, or use by some of the stallions she had seen would be permitted? It was a dreadful prospect that she would never know pleasure again, only a respite from pain. She had to convince herself that he was lying, that he was trying to wound her psyche with such ghastly threats. His race were innately evil, and found the most heady glee in paining a slave's mind as much as the enjoyed tormenting their bodies.

Setchak arched back and dropped his hands to the floor so he could throw his hips upward and jab deep into her body. The feel of him raging within her ferried her up into climax within seconds and it took all her might to stay still as excruciating bliss consumed her. However, Setchak was not yet sated and his steady ravishment caused her to sink into another orgasm that was even harder to bear than the first. Finally, she felt his shaft harden and twitch, and with a growl of satisfaction, she felt him finish and succulent liquid warmth fill her pussy.

"Ah, that was splendid. Such a pity it won't be sampled again. Still, the master of the house has spoken, and his will shall be enforced on you."

He withdrew suddenly. Theresa's eyes bulged and her throat gurgled from the effort of not flinging her limbs out and screeching from the flight of his manhood from her sensitised and quivering sex. As one final, spiteful test of her obedience, the crop flew on an underarm trajectory and laid its leather tip to her rosy pussy. The burning influence embraced her belly and it took long moments to start to fade and let her relax her brutalised frame.

"Kiss," he ordered.