Equine Execution [bst] [exh] [fantasy]

We were led down the tunnel by the chains around our necks, myself and the other prisoner. She looked to be in her early twenties, the same as me. She shook as we walked. One could understand why. We neared entrance to the coliseum, the sunlight blinded me, the thunderous feminine cheering pounded in my ears, and I realized I had done it. This was what I wanted. I think.

As we entered the light, I felt ten thousand eyes on me, and I was grateful for the brown cloak which covered my body for the moment. Beneath it, I felt the series of chains covering my important parts, cold to the touch, and biting into my skin. The sand of the coliseum squished between my toes. As my eyes adjusted, I saw the execution block, and I suddenly became nervous like I told myself I wouldn’t.

I should tell you why I was there. There are only two forms of punishment in my homeland. For lower level crimes, which is the vast majority of crime, punishment is doled out in labor, usually detail work in the cities. This punishment varies in time by the severity of the crime, from petty theft all the way up to assault. For the most heinous of crimes, a heinous punishment was devised. Two prisoners are to be bent over each side a stone block 30 inches high, and chained to it by the neck. This is to be done in a public forum, with all the women of their community in attendance. A great stallion is then to be released into the forum, and is allowed to choose a prisoner to have his way with. The one he does not choose must watch, and afterwards both may go free, assuming one has the health to do so. Part of the punishment is the stress of not knowing which of you will be chosen. As I said, only the highest level of crimes are treated this way, and I stole from the queen.

We were lead near the stone, and the crowd was hushed. The warden pulled the strings on my cloak, and let it fall to the ground, revealing the few chains which barely covered my body. Two large chains were hung in an X pattern across my breasts, resting on my nipples. A third chain hung about my waist, with a large padlock between my legs. The crowd cheered as the warden pulled the chains from my breasts, exposing my hardened nipples. She pulled my long, blonde hair behind my back to make sure I couldn’t cover myself with it. Next, she put her key into the padlock and turned it, allowing what remained of my dignity to fall about my ankles. Five thousand people saw my full body, completely naked. I had never been more humiliated, or more excited. The warden saw that the insides of my thighs were wet, and she smirked at me from beneath her hood. I imagine she thought I had wet myself. I hadn’t.

As the warden set about undressing the other prisoner, the queen locked eyes with me from her tent in the stands. Her smug look told me she thought she had me. It would kill her to know that I got myself here on purpose. You see, there are no males of our species. I learned about intercourse when I saw the breeding of racehorses as a girl, and ever since I was a teenager I wanted to know what that felt like, to have something so powerful throbbing inside you. I smiled back at the queen, for I would soon know.

We prisoners were pulled to the block and forced to lie on it face down, with our feet still in the sand. The chains around our necks were fastened to the large iron loop in the center of the block, and we faced each other for the first time. Tears of fear streamed down her face as the queen announced our crimes, but I couldn’t hear her, for my ears were pounding with excitement. Curved iron cages were placed over our backs, fitting into slots in the block. These were to keep the stallion from stepping on us and cutting our punishment short.

The gate sprung open, and a white mare came galloping into the arena, neighing and stomping as proud horses do. She was there to make sure the stallion became aroused, and so she would do. Next, the stallion came running through the gate. He was much larger than I had expected. For several minutes he playfully chased the mare around, and she played back. His massive appendage began to dangle between his hind legs, and my heart started pounding. As they played, he began to reach his full size. It must have been twenty inches long. My knees began to shake, and the warden moved my feet apart, about shoulder width. I cannot begin to describe how my pussy ached for that massive horse cock.

Just as the stallion began to mount, the warden left the arena, and two guards came in on horseback and led the mare out of the arena, leaving only the throbbing stallion and we two prisoners. The stallion stomped around a bit, running around the block in circles, taunting us. The other prisoner and I locked eyes, both worried, though perhaps for different reasons. Eventually, the stallion came behind me. I couldn’t see him, but I could hear him smelling me. I could feel my wetness running down my legs, drenching the sand at my feet.

Just then, a massive hoof came down on either side of my body, just outside the cage, and I felt his warm cock at the entrance of my pussy. I had been chosen. As he began to thrust toward me, my face was pushed into the stone, as my pussy was too small to accept him. But he kept pushing. He pushed and pushed and eventually I began to open. I cried out in immense pain as I felt his entire cock enter me at once. I looked between my legs, and I saw that less than half had gone in. What had I done.

He began thrusting harder and faster, entering deeper each time. It soon felt as though his cock would exit through my mouth. How could I be taking this? How was I still alive?

He thrusted and pumped and I cried and moaned, but I did not regret this. Among all of this pain, I felt better than I ever had. As he stretched me open over and over again I felt alive. Fluid was pouring down my legs at this point, more than I thought I could produce. Then, the stallion became still. He gave one last mighty thrust, pushing my face into the stone once more, and his cock throbbed as he filled me with load after load of hot cum. It felt like gallons were being pumped inside me, and then it stopped.

The horse started to pull away, and I realized that his cock had been the only thing holding me up. My knees buckled and my body poured over the stone block. Cum flowed from me like bubbles from a bottle of champagne. I was free to go.

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