Mare's Tales              by: Beverly Taff

 

Chapter 22.

 

Dot had swiftly cleared most of the evidence of the centaurs but the specially adapted furniture could not be hidden. It was too heavy for one girl to move. As we sat in the drawing room I could see Bill studying the strange furniture and trying to fathom out the functions of the assorted pieces without arm rests and unusually high seats. Margaret and I studiously ignored his curiosity until he pointedly asked what they were for. We fobbed him off with an explanation about the furniture being especially designed to accommodate our friend’s disabilities. He had heard about my disabled friends from hearing my parents speak of them and he inquired of their whereabouts. We lied smoothly that they were on a disabled person’s vacation and he seemed to accept that. We thought we were out of the woods.

He spent dinner with us and we roughly outlined our work and research. We seemed to be getting away with it and thought that he would leave with a simple story about how some villagers were exaggerating our research with wild tales about centaurs and other mythical animals. He finally asked how my new babies were and offered to give them a little present. We told him they were in the nursery and we did not wish to disturb them but he pleaded. When this failed he tried threats.

"When did your children last see their grandparents?"

"Oh. I don't know. It’s been a while, but we’ve been quite busy." I shrugged, trying to fob him off.

"Well they tell me that they haven't seen them since they were born. They are all right aren't they?"

"Of course!" I snapped. "Why shouldn't they be?"

"Well we hear so many stories about child abuse these days. And it does seem strange that Mr and Mrs Hart haven't seen them since they were born."

"What d'you mean by that?" Demanded Margaret menacingly.

"Well you know. No father around. Two women seemingly living together, nobody’s seen the children since they were born. Shall I go on?"

"I think you’ve overstepped your welcome Mr Davies." I countered. "What goes on here is no concern of yours. I think you'd better leave."

"Perhaps so but the social services might be interested and decide that it's something to do with them."

Margaret's voice hardened.

"Are you trying to threaten us Mr Davies?"

"Well what are you trying to hide. I hear all sorts of wild rumours about mythical beasts on an estate where children are known to live. I'm not allowed to see the children when I visit. I know there were some things hushed up when the children were born. What am I expected to conclude?"

I could see where he was leading so I thought I would cut him short.

"All right then. If you won't believe us then I'll show you the children. Follow me."

I stalked off angrily down the hall and up the grand staircase. I surmised that if he saw exactly what sort of surroundings the children lived in then he could hardly write anything derogatory about us. Little did I know the gutter press?

We arrived in the nursery wing and I quietly opened the door. Nicholas was fast asleep and I gently stroked his cheek. The reporter looked at him; a picture of idyllic childhood, a little boy asleep in his bed without a care in the world. We then went into Christine's room and she was awake. She smiled sleepily and stretched out her arms.

"Mummy." She bleated as I took her in my arms.

She blinked sleepily over my shoulder at the strange person and I turned to face him.

"Are you satisfied now you’ve woken her?" I hissed angrily.

"Who's that baby there?" He demanded pointing at Pauline, who shared Christine's bedroom and slept by the other window.

"That's my daughter Christine." Answered Margaret who had followed us up.

"Oh I see; and is it normal for two strange girls to sleep together?" He sneered.

"Right!" I growled. "That's enough. It’s simply a friend’s sleepover. You've seen the children and you've made disgusting insinuations about us. I've had just about enough. Get out!"

He reached into his camera case and I thought he was going to take a photograph. I smashed the case from his hands and the contents spilled over the floor, cameras, film, lenses and a small bag of toys, which split and scattered as it hit the floor.

The crash woke Pauline whilst Christine squirmed in my arms to survey the mess. Her eyes lit up instantly as she recognised some centaurs amongst the various mythological animals.

"Ooooh Mummy, centaurs!" She gurgled happily.

Her innocence had betrayed us. Before we could stop her. Saying anymore, the reported plunged in like a rapier.

"What are centaurs Christine?" He asked slyly.

I placed my hand over Christine's mouth and ordered him to leave. He bent down to recover his things and Christine let out a wail as she reached for the beloved centaurs. The reporter held one up to tease her and Margaret made a snatch for it as he waved it under Christine’s clutching pink paws.

"I want centaurs!" Screamed the child as I struggled to get a proper hold and replace my hand over her mouth. It was no use and she squealed again.

"I want Jenny and Vee, I want Jacky, where’s Cye?" She cried and kicked as she reached for the handful of tantalising toys.

The toys were coloured light brown and black but Cynthia's deep chestnut colour was missing. The reporter stood his ground as he continued teasing my child.

"You can have these toys if you tell me who Jenny, Jacky and Vee are."

Margaret and I tried to shove him out of the nursery but he was too strong for the both of us. Christine finally let the cat fully out of the bag as I struggled with the reporter.

"Downstairs." She wailed as her mother was being pushed backwards. "Don't hit mummy. I'll tell them. They're down stairs. I'll tell Jenny. She'll kick you."

Christine collected the fallen centaurs and studied them again as she wailed.

"Where's Cye? I want Cye."

 

Cynthia was Christine's favourite. She carried her bareback as they often trotted around the park. She would reach behind and grip the child as she carefully bounced along whilst Nicholas accompanied her on Jacky. For the children the rides were delightful experiences. The centaurs had softly rounded bodies because of the girlish adipose tissue under their velvety coats. It was like sitting on a well-upholstered chair. The centaurs absolutely refused to wear saddles or bridles. The memories of 'harnesses' and Miss lanes academy were too painful.

"Who is Cye?" Demanded Bill.

"The red one." Screamed Christine as she scrabbled through the toys in search of her favourite centaur.

"The red what?" Persisted Bill.

"The red Centaur," repeated Christine as she searched hopefully under the bed.

Margaret and I went pale as he gloated victoriously and turned once again to us.

"Right, let’s start again. What's all this about centaurs?"

"It's nothing to do with you. Mind your own bloody business." I screamed, exhausted with my efforts to drive him out of the nursery.

"We haven't broken any laws. So to hell with your threats." Cursed Margaret.

"That remains to be seen and for the authorities to decide." He laughed.

"Anyway. I'm not going to leave until I've seen what's is really going on here. I'm not about to believe some cock and bull story about centaurs unless I’ve seen some hard evidence. I will report it to the police though, unless you come clean."

"And if we 'came clean’ as you put it. You'd still go to the police."

"No."

"Then what?" Chorused Margaret and I.

"I'd sell it to the press. The highest bidder."

"Which is exactly the same as going to the police." Accused Margaret.

"Uh No- it."

His voice died uncertainly as he realised the truth of Margaret's accusation.

"Exactly." I sneered. "Anything for a buck. The gutter press."

"Well what would you do?" He smirked.

Margaret and I sagged as all resistance drained from us. I tucked Christine back into her bed and snatched the toys from Bills evil grasp. Christine clutched them to her and gurgled their names. The poor little mite, in all innocence, had betrayed our researches to this disgusting gutter-reporter.

We plodded dejectedly down the stairs to the drawing room, where we flopped down and tackled him.

"So how much do you think you know?"

"Not a lot." He shrugged. "There are some rumours going around in the village that some of the children claim to have seen centaurs in the grounds when they have sneaked over the walls to gather conquers."

"Bloody little trespassers." I snapped.

"Happen so," he continued, "but that's for you to deal with at law. I’m only interested in this centaur angle. Now what's the story?"

I looked long and hard at Margaret. She wagged her head. There still might be a chance to cover up if we were careful and ruthless. We needed more muscle and the only muscle available belonged to the centaurs. Margaret gave me a long look and slid her eyes sideways. She would rustle up help whilst I delayed him. She stood up and spoke.

"I'll get some tea organised whilst you explain Bev."

I nodded and pretended to relax as I started to talk.

"Scientifically, we have probably advanced genetic engineering and micro surgery by fifty years." I started.

"I don't follow but go on." He prompted as I captured his interest.

"No. I don't suppose a prurient idiot like you would."

My insult fell on deaf ears. He was used to abuse, verbal or physical.

"You wouldn't understand a word of what I have to say. It's the sensationalist angle you want."

"That's what sells." He sneered.

I started to explain what we were doing in long medical boring language as I played for time. I had no idea what Margaret had planned.

As I droned on, his interest waned and he soon stopped writing.

"All this might be interesting to a doctor or something but it's not what I want."

"Well it's what you're going to get. Sell it to a scientific journal."

He stood up impatiently.

"Very well then. If you're not going to co-operate, I might as well go to the police."

"By which time we'll be long gone and there'll be no evidence." I added.

He sat down again and chewed thoughtfully on his pencil. I was beginning to wonder what Margaret was up to. There was a sudden commotion in the corridor and the drawing room doors burst open as the girls exploded into the room. They had been quietly waiting in the library in case of some emergency and Margaret had discussed some plans with them. The upshot was that four centaurs plunged wildly into the drawing room and surrounded him.

The look of stunned disbelief on his face changed to one of wild panic as he realised that he was now under serious threat. The centaurs each sat on their specially designed seats and glared menacingly at him as his attitude changed from one of victorious overbearance to cowering incomprehension.

Silence reigned for a full minute as his brain tried to accept what his eyes were seeing. All the time, Veronica, Jenny, Cynthia and Jacqueline simply stared menacingly and silently at him. Margaret and Dot quietly closed and locked the doors and windows to prevent him from bolting.

This action unnerved him and he stared at me imploringly as though seeking some sort of support. I simply maintained the sullen silence that the centaurs had instigated, mainly because I wasn’t sure of the plan.

 

Jenny then stood up and sidled menacingly towards him. She gave me a meaningful questioning glance that was obviously meant entirely for his benefit. His knuckles tensed and I seriously believed he was in fear of his life.

The only knowledge he had of centaurs was garnished from Greek mythology. There, centaurs had been deemed the sworn enemies of man.

I could imagine his mind dwelling upon the famous portrayal of 'The Rape of the Sabine Women’ where the men had been exterminated by the centaurs and the women carried off. It was obvious that he thought he was going to be slaughtered like a Sabine soldier.

He edged nervously towards me along the settee so I deliberately distanced my self by changing seats. He stared beseechingly at me as his demeanour became more and more agitated and frightened. Finally his nerve broke and he squealed at me in panic.

"For God's sake what are they going to do?"

His voice almost disappeared into an inaudible treble as he jumped up and tried to get me between him and the centaurs. Cynthia casually placed herself between him and the doors whilst Jacky blocked his escape via the windows. Veronica then placed herself as though protecting me so the centaurs now had him hopelessly cornered.

He let out a wail of terror and threw himself at my feet. Veronica caught my eye and lashed out with her foreleg. Her hoof stopped just short of his face. If it had connected, it would have crushed his skull. His eyes glazed with shock and a dark stain spread down the front of his trousers. He had wet himself with fear and I laughed contemptuously at him. He peered up through his shiny tear stained eyes and babbled.

"What are they going to do? What are they? Where've they come from? Are they dangerous? Are they human?"

"Why?" I scorned. "Do you think they're human?"

He scanned nervously around the room trying to avoid the centaur’s eyes then he faced me again and whispered.

"Can they understand us? Can they talk?"

"Questions! Questions." I snapped. "Just a few seconds ago, you were all orders and threats. What are your plans now?" I demanded flatly.

"I- I- nothing. What are they going to do?"

"You'd better ask them. It would be only courteous don't you think."

"Whaa-at! Y-y-you mean they can taa-lk." He shrieked.

The centaurs continued to stare angrily. The ball was firmly in my court and it was up to me to decide what to do. I dropped the pretence. Now we had him in our control, we could all decide what to do. It was obvious to all of us that our circumstances would become common knowledge if he got out and reported about us. A plan was forming in my mind. It was the best option I could think of. I motioned to the centaurs to detain him whilst I conferred with Margaret. After some urgent discussions in the corridor we returned and I took control as I introduced our uninvited guest to my friends.

 

I am sorry to have to introduce you all to a certain Mr William Davies. He was a one-time worker on my father’s estates but now he is a reporter of questionable repute who has abused his previous acquaintance with me to invade our lives. I can’t apologise for his disgusting behaviour. There's no excuse for it. His only motivation is greed."

I turned to address him as I introduced my friends.

"I would like to introduce Doctor Margaret James, surgeon. She can talk." I added sarcastically. "Next, Doctor Cynthia Hobart, Ph.D., and bachelor of veterinary science, Doctor Jacqueline Thomas, Ph.D., and bioengineer, Doctor Jennifer Stepp, Ph.D., in pure mathematics and finally Doctor Veronica Tyler, LL.D., Lawyer. Let me assure you Mr Davies, they can all talk perfectly. I might be so humble to include myself, Doctor Beverly Hart, M.D. and Micro surgeon."

I bowed facetiously as I continued.

"It was our combined efforts that brought us here. Do you have any questions?"

There was another silence. He gaped stupidly at us as he tried to get his mind around the facts so I continued condescendingly.

"They would most certainly consider themselves to be human and their birth certificates certainly state them to be so. Rest assured that their birth certificates are legal even if they are no longer totally accurate. But that is hardly for a lawyer or doctor to decide. They wouldn't even know where to start. Finally, I can assure you that if you intend them no harm then they won't harm you.

They are all extremely intelligent people to whom violence and aggression is abhorrent. Now. I will repeat myself once more, as you seem unable to grasp simple facts. Do you have any questions?"

He slowly stood up and stared at my friends. After some thoughtful moments he warily approached them. They had now gathered by the table and casually awaited his inspection. The door clicked and he spun around as though expecting more trouble. It was Dot with a tea trolley loaded with cakes and biscuits. She approached the table casually as though nothing was out of the ordinary and this gave the reporter some confidence. As we helped Dot transfer the food to the table Bill carefully crept amongst us studying the centaur’s anatomies, eyes widening with wonder as he drank in their sensuous human torsos attached to the splendid equine bodies.

His eyes boggled when he discovered the anomaly of Jenny. He tried to study her body closer but recoiled when he discovered the obvious incongruence of her soft feminine human breasts and the huge bulge under her leotard. As he hovered uncertainly Jenny turned to speak.

"I don't bite you know."

Her woman's voice took him completely by surprise and he spilt his hot coffee as he jerked backwards.

"Ah. I- I'm sorry. It's just that- well- I- you- you're."

He trailed off lamely, afraid to say anything as a pregnant silence hung in the room. The pause became too painful for him and he stuttered again.

"It- it’s just that you seem to be a- uhhm- you seem to have uhhm-. Is that a penis under there?" He gabbled.

"It is and what of it?" Demanded Jenny as she loomed an inch or so above him.

He backed away nervously again.

"W- well- you- you seem to be a- a woman. Y- you’ve got a woman's uhhm- body. If you’ll pardon my uhhm- f- familiarity."

"Yes I am a woman stupid. Didn't you here Miss Beverly introduce me as Miss Jennifer?"

"Y- y- yes," he stammered again, "but you've got a penis."

"And?" Demanded Jenny.

"I- I- don’t know. W- what d'you mean by 'and'?" He replied.

"I simply asked and. As in ‘and what else have I got’." She explained.

"Heck I don't know. What else have you got?" He squeaked nervously.

Jenny sighed and smiled condescendingly as she motioned Jacky to come over.

"Jacky, please show this poor idiot what else I've got. He seems to be remarkably thick."

Jacky smiled and proceeded to peel back the upper part of Jenny’s unitard. Underneath, she wore a pretty white body shaper and Bill's eyes stood out on stalks as Jacky continued peeling the unitard back and down over Jenny’s forelegs. Jenny stepped nimbly forward and Jacky finally removed the unitard completely. Jenny stood proudly in her virginal white body shaper while Jacky started undoing the bra straps. She then unsnapped the front poppers and started peeling the body shaper slowly off Jenny's body. Her soft ripe breasts wobbled free as they were released then her slender rounded torso revealed its delights. Bill stared in shock as Jenny's secrets were slowly exposed.

Jacky continued peeling the body shaper back. I had rarely seen such a provocative routine and it was obvious that Bill was becoming progressively more agitated and shocked. He gasped as Jenny’s pussy was finally revealed.

"Bloody hell!" He squealed with frightened surprise. "You've got a woman’s cunt."

"I should hope so little boy," scorned Jenny, " or how else could I enjoy being screwed?"

She sidestepped towards him as Jacky continued peeling the body shaper down her flanks to reveal her massively erect penis. Jenny stepped lightly out of the body shaper and her huge penis strutted menacingly as she pranced towards him.

He fell backwards over the settee and straight into my lap. I gently pinioned his arms as all the girls took their cues and started to strip. Within a minute they were all crowding around him displaying their bodies. He whimpered nervously and turned to me.

"What are they going to do?"

"What d'you want them to do?" I shrugged.

I had little inkling of the girl’s plans but I felt that my part should be a small one. I thought it best that he should dig his own grave.

The girls stood around naked and I could see a distinct bulge developing under his stained trousers as he gaped at the beautiful human torsos. It was obvious that their breasts and human pussies were having the desired effect. They just kept facing him menacingly yet provocatively as I spoke again.

"Well? What d’you want them to do?"

He stared for a full minute trying to collect his thoughts. I caught Jenny's eye and she smiled maliciously. I caught her drift and spoke again.

"I think Jenny quite fancies you."

He stared at Jenny trying not to gape at her delicious breasts and cunny as she sidled towards him. It was obvious that he was attracted to all the girls’ human parts. He licked his lips and bit his lower lip as he twitched nervously beside me on the settee.

"What are you afraid of little boy?" Cooed Jenny.

"Eh- n- nothing. You're gorgeous. How would we uhhm- d- do it?"

"Oh that's quite simple," cackled Jenny. "You simply bend over and I'll shaft you up the bum."

Bill let out a scream of fright and cringed into the settee. His face turned pale as he desperately tried to jam his threatened anus into the corner of the settee. His knuckles were rimmed white as he frantically gripped the arms of the settee in the best defensive posture he could find. The thought of Jenny's massive stallion’s cock ripping his rectum to shreds caused him to feint with sheer terror.

He came to again whilst we were still laughing hysterically. His hands crept to his bum and a crimson wave of relief spread across his face. It turned to anger as he realised the trick we'd played. In his defenceless state however, there was no way he could exercise his egotistical whim and avenge the affront to his masculinity. He simply had to swallow his pride and accept the joke we'd played.

Eventually a smile spread across his face and he brightened up again. He realised there was no serious threat from us but alternatively he was now captive and no longer had power to dominate. Within a few minutes he was mixing with the centaurs and trying to investigate their exciting anatomies. Inevitably his excitement got the better of his manners and his wandering hands went too far. As his fingers tried to surreptitiously investigate Vee's rear pussy, she sidled away and whispered in his ear.

"If you try that again little boy, I'll smash your bloody legs. It takes a real prick to do that end any justice kid and you're certainly not man enough."

His hands fell away as if they had been burned and he sheepishly returned to my side. I studied his dejected gaze and smiled.

"Not all it's cracked up to be is it?"

He shrugged despondently.

"It's weird. They really are delectable ladies but they don't want a man near them. What are they, 'lipstick lesbians’ or something?"

"I think you are just being too arrogant and selfish. Their feelings are none of your concern. If they don’t want to go with you then that is their privilege. It’s also their choice. There’s no chance for a man to force his unwelcome attentions on a centaur. I can assure you that each of my friends enjoys a cock at the right time and in the right place."

He looked at me and I immediately recognised the old familiar expression. He was trying to decide if I was interested. It was the usual 'slab of meat' appraisal. Tiresome at first to any woman, then annoying if a man pushes his luck further. I knew what was coming next.

"I think you're the most attractive though."

"Oh do you?" I simpered. "Why's that?"

"Well," he replied glancing at the centaurs, " just look at them. You couldn't go out on a date with one could you? Where would you take them, what restaurant would accept them?"

"So you'd just want to sleep with one would you?"

His expression changed as a furtive flash of testosterone driven hope, sprang eternal.

"I'd rather sleep with you." He offered experimentally.

"Oh I think you'd rather not." I chuckled.

"Why?" He queried with a smile.

I stood up and raised my skirt hem. Then I lowered my panties and pulled my huge penis out of its niche in my cunny. All he saw was a huge cock unfold from my panties and he shrank back with shock onto the settee.

"My God Beverly! That's not possible. I know for a fact that you're a woman. I saw you carrying your babies back home. Hell! I even felt them kicking inside you when I met you walking in the grounds. I've even seen you breast-feeding them for God’s sake! You can't possibly be a man."

I turned around, lifted my skirt again and 'presented' to him. My pussy lips peeped shyly from between my thighs and caught his expression of absolute shock as I squinted obliquely in the mirror across the drawing room. I saw him gape questioningly at Margaret then finally speak.

"Hell! Is there anybody normal here?"

Margaret simply smiled non-committedly and turned away to let him make his own wild speculations about her condition. Of all the ‘women’ in the room, only Dot and Margaret could be considered ‘normal’ and that was a simplistic physical consideration. With so many surprising anatomies around him, he groaned and collapsed again on the settee. Then he finally passed out little realising that Dot and Margaret had drugged his coffee.

We carried him upstairs where we stripped and washed him before placing him on the big bed. He didn't have a bad body and Cynthia sighed as she laid him down.

"Mmmm. I could do with some of that." She giggled.

"Be our guest," I offered, "but don't take it all. There might be others who want some as well."

She carefully massaged his limp penis and he started coming around.

Dot had set up a video camera and hidden it behind the curtains in anticipation of the fun. Cye finally got his cock nice and hard as his fuzzy brain slowly regained consciousness. Gently she lowered her delightful human torso onto Bill’s body and let her soft breasts brush against his lips. He let out a soft moan and blinked. He was still a little disorientated and in the dim light had failed to recognise that Cye was one of the centaurs. His rigid cock responded to her attentions and she soon had him nice and stiff inside her. By the time he had realised she was one of the centaurs he was too far-gone to care.

He let out a sad squeak of protest but failed dismally to extricate himself as his desperate organ controlled his pathetic will. Cye continued working her magic and she soon had him and herself close to orgasm. With a loud groan he climaxed as Cye let out a shrill squeal. She added an incriminating whinny of lustful pleasure for the cameras benefit than reared up like a wild mustang. This was all captured on Dot's camera, as Bill lay blissfully unaware with his naked penis standing stiff and glisteningly erect. He sat up and shook his head as Dot discreetly slipped back behind the curtain.

"My God!" He gulped. "What happened?"

"You just screwed a poor innocent little centaur, you randy beast." Grinned Cye.

"Oh hell!" He groaned. "What the hell have I done?"

"Well if you don't know by now dear. You'll never know." Giggled Jacky.

She gently slid her forelegs onto the bed and carefully caressed his shoulders. He gave a little shudder of nervous anticipation and then couldn't resist touching her naked breasts. She gave a little squeak as his fingers tweaked her nipples.

"Eeek! Naughty, naughty. You shouldn't be doing things like that to a poor innocent centaur." She giggled.

Her delicious torso had already begun to have the desired effect, as Jacky well knew it would. His penis was already hardening again. He sighed as she carefully manoeuvred her pussy over his excited penis again and then she gently sank upon it. He let out a deep grunt of resignation as she slowly started to gyrate her 'hips'. As his eyes closed again and he started to enjoy his lustful fantasies I motioned to Jenny who quickly got the message. She crept from behind the curtain and silently ‘mounted’ Jacky’s rump. Jacky let out a lustful sigh as Jenny's rigid cock sank deep into her pony cunt and commenced slowly pistoning back and forth. Dot collected all this on the camera as Bill blissfully screwed away with his eyes closed.

Jacky eventually started to respond to the combined attentions of both cocks and her noises caused Bill to open his eyes. He blinked with surprise as he noticed the additional lights and the video camera busily recording the whole scene. With a squeal of surprise he tried to wriggle free but Jacky's forelegs had him in the strong grip that I had come to know so well. I knew that Bill would be as helpless as a fly in a preying mantis’s jaw. I emerged from behind the curtains and gently tapped him on the shoulders. He was now panicking as he noticed Jenny busily pumping away and the camera slowly scanning the whole event.

An expression of utter defeat crossed his face as he realised that we now had him 'bang to rights'.

"You might as well sit back and enjoy it." I whispered. "These two are," I finished as I hugged my friend’s girths.

With a look of resignation he stopped struggling and fell back, defeated by our trap. Jenny and Jacky continued to hump away until they had satisfied themselves and then they dismounted. Bill finally sat up as Dot completed videoing and scuttled off with Margaret to produce copies in the labs. I helped the centaurs dress before finally turning to the still naked Bill.

"Right!" I announced threateningly. "If you try and spread any malicious rubbish to those rags you deal with, that video tape and some extraordinary photographs will be made available to the whole press."

"You bastards!" He swore. "I'll get even with you for this you cunts."

"Happen you will," added Vee as she joined us, "but we’ll be long gone by then and all our knowledge with us. Now. You are totally implicated by the pictures we've taken, so you may as well stay and enjoy the night. I can assure you that by the time that you are able to do or report anything about us, we will be long gone with all the evidence. You will come to no harm provided you do exactly as your told. O.K.?"

Bill shrugged his shoulders and lay back naked on the bed. As he grasped the full implication of Veronica’s words a weak smile came to his face as he anticipated the night ahead. Margaret returned from the labs and suddenly produced a hypodermic syringe as she spoke to Bill.

"This will help you through the night. Your cock will stay hard for up to eight hours after this but you'll be sorry for it later."

Before Bill had a chance to realise what was happening, we had seized him and held him down. Margaret plunged the needle into his lower stomach and slowly injected the liquid deep into his loins. He stared mesmerised for several seconds before Margaret spoke again.

"You had better go and evacuate your bladder now. It will be very difficult to pee once you become stiff."

Bill gaped at her anxiously before scampering off to the loo with a look of rising panic and gripping his cock. There we heard him grunting as the urine splashed irregularly from his hardening organ. He gave a little squeak as the last drops splashed noisily into the pan then he let out a long gasp as he returned. We all smiled with lustful anticipation as we studied the rigid erection waving from his crotch.

"Eight hours you say Margaret?" I asked.

"Thereabouts. It's a new drug I developed. We had to test it some time so now's as good as any."

I licked my lips and became a little heady with excitement. I had never had a 'proper' penis in my cunny and I wondered exactly what it felt like. My cunt lips started to become moist as I twitched with anticipation. My knickers were still downstairs after I had presented to Bill in the drawing room so I simply lifted my skirt again and presented my naked bum again.

"Now what d'you think of this Bill?"

His hand reached out and gently fingered my pussy lips. I almost leapt through the window as his soft caresses skilfully tickled the virginal folds of my vulva. I gasped as he gently pinched my lips and guided me towards the bed and gently pushed me onto it. My skirt rode up over my shoulders and I gave a muffled sigh as he slowly pushed me forward onto the bed. I finished on my hands and knees in a most undignified position with my skirt covering my head and shoulders as his busy knowing fingers tested my hopelessly sensitive vulva.

I started to squeak and twitch with delight as the growing promise started to pulse through my loins.

His other hand reached through my thighs and under my tummy where he found my swollen rigid organ. He pinched then flicked it violently and I let out a little yelp of pained surprise as my cock withered and shrank. My cock's rigidity behaved like a barometer of my sexuality. When it was hard I felt strong and protective towards my partner but now it had been reduced to a soft little stalk I felt weak and vulnerable. I gave a little whimper of delight as his rigid organ nudged against my dripping lips. And he leaned over to whisper in my ear.

"I don't want anything to do with him in front. D'you understand."

"Mmmm!" I murmured under the muffled folds of my skirt as I wriggled my frustrated cunny against the splendid erection growing from his crotch.

He removed it and I shuffled backwards in an undignified manner as my cunny searched for its rightful fulfilment. There was a sharp smack on my tender bum and I lurched forward with surprise only to find my freedom blocked by somebody sitting on the hem of my skirt. I was trapped on the bed. I couldn't go forward because of the weight on my skirt and I couldn't go backwards because my skirt belt prevented me from pulling out of my skirt against his weight. Neither could I see what was happening.

I paused nervously with my naked derriere and dripping pussy waving vulnerable in the air. Suddenly I felt the familiar cock again as it explored my anxious pussy and I started to gasp and whimper with pleasure. A strong pair of arms hooked over my hips as his knuckles rested on the bed. I was now pinned down and ready for a good 'seeing to'. Slowly the rod started to enter my hungry sex and I wriggled and squirmed with urgent pleasure as the veined shaft ploughed slowly home.

Suddenly I felt the stiff fingers of a tickler and I gave a desperate grunt of delight as the rippling tentacles of rubber flicked and probed against my super sensitive labia. He whispered in my ear.

"Oh yes Beverly. This part of you, I could use all night. It's delicious; and these as well," he added as he rooted under my blouse to gently squeeze my breasts.

I almost sagged and collapsed as my breasts felt the firm-rotating caress of his fingertips and I let out a long sigh of pleasure. He suddenly felt my warm sweet milk on his fingertips and he tasted it.

"Mmm. That's nice Bev. I'll take some more of that later."

I squirmed as his fingers tweaked my tits and I suddenly felt two pairs of lips attach themselves to my fountains of delight. In the dark with my skirt over my head I had no way of knowing who they were but the gentle sucking and caressing caused my nipples to harden and spurt their richness into the greedy appreciative mouths.

I heard Bill chuckle as he felt two other strangers on the bed beside us. It seemed to excite him and his thrusts became more forceful. The added titillation caused my dam to finally burst and I let out a wail rapture as my orgasm crashed through my squirming body. The waves of ecstasy pulsed up through my womb and pounded at the very core of my consciousness as my hips thrust and rolled in uncontrolled delight. Each pound of my hips sent a pulse of pleasure through my body and my breasts spurted a sweet jet of milk into the happy mouths still attached to my nipples.

I finally let out a grunt of exhaustion as my climax thudded into my brain and sent little lights flashing like fireflies into the dark recesses of my advancing unconsciousness. With no more ado, I passed out and knew no more about the proceedings.

As I lay unconscious, the two mouths gently emptied my breasts of any excess while Bill’s cock was gently extracted from the pulsing grip of my pussy. Margaret heard me whimper with frustration in the depths of my sleep so she replaced Bill’s cock with a dildo and gently pushed it home to satisfy my unconscious craving. As a satisfied smile crossed my lips she gently placed a duvet over me and took Bill away for her own purposes. I knew no more until the following morning.

The following morning we started our preparations for escape. I heard squeals of agony coming from one of the bedrooms and I looked questioningly at Margaret.

"Don't worry. It's only Bill recovering from last night. His cock will probably be sore for several months and he won't be able to get an erection for several years. It's a side effect of the drug."

"That's a bit cruel isn't it?" I accused.

"No not really. He thoroughly enjoyed himself last night after you passed out. Just think of it as his punishment for invading our privacy. He won't be able to screw another woman for about four or five years. That'll teach him. He won’t be able to walk properly for a few days either."

 

She smirked victoriously and resumed packing but I was not happy. I resolved to tell him before we left. For the present though we worked like mad things as we struggled to remove all the evidence of our researches.

We loaded two large motor homes with our essential equipment and then ordered a third huge articulated truck to load all our scientific material. It was three whole days before we completed our work.

Throughout the packing we left Bill in a secure room in the labs. He was in no fit state to move anywhere because the pain his cock precluded any movement or walking. He simply sat or lay down between meals as his organ throbbed continuously. I took him his meals and settled his mind as we prepared to leave.

"We'll be gone tomorrow. You are going to be securely locked in your apartment. There is a time lock on the door and you won't be able to get out for about a week. It'll be that long anyway before you can walk. Oh, and just to let you know. The pain in your cock will last about a month and you won't be able to get an erection for about five years. The drug Margaret gave you has affected the nerve endings and vascular parts of your dick. Think of that as a punishment for invading our lives. Perhaps you'll be a little more circumspect next time you try to ruin somebody's life for your own selfish gain.

When you get out, there'll be no phone, no paper no evidence and no transport. You'll have to walk to the nearest public phone box and that's six miles to the nearest village. That won’t be very comfortable in your condition and you might have to wait a little longer. It’s a new drug and we cannot be certain of the exact time. We've also destroyed all the evidence you took with your camera so you'll have a hard job convincing anybody that we ever existed. Finally, we are leaving food enough for about a month so if you cannot move properly for that period you will not starve. That is if you’re frugal and careful. A little starvation might do you some good. You'll have plenty of time to reflect. You'll notice that there are no windows in this room so you can't see our preparations; goodbye."

He tried to lurch forward as I moved to the door but the sudden pain in his groin and cock caused him to collapse on the floor. He cursed with anger as I smiled down at his prostrate form and gently held the door. My slow casual movements served only to emphasise his helplessness as he watched me lock the door and set the time switch.

Even if Bill had been able to watch our preparations it would not have helped his cause. He would have no idea where we were going or what we were doing. We had been quietly preparing for just such an event as this and laid down careful plans long ago.

We had secretly purchased a foreign island well off the beaten track, which we could use as a bolthole in just such an event as this. The plan was to drive there in carefully planned stages.

Dot possessed a Heavy Goods Truck Licence and we had purchased all the vehicles outright. She was to drive the truck by a different route whilst Margaret and I drove the mobile homes

The centaurs were secretly ensconced in special compartments in the mobile homes to quietly hide as we crossed on the ferries. This was the only risky part of our escape.

After we had finally stripped our old home clean of all evidence, we were ready for the road. I visited Bill one last time in the strong room and advised him of our departure.

"You wont get away with this." He cursed.

"We don't need to 'get away with it' for very long Bill. " I conceded. "Once we’ve solved all our problems we will be going public. Then it won't matter will it?"

"Damn you!" He cursed.

"Bye-bye. Enjoy the next few years without the use of your cock."

I slammed the little spy hole shut and ignored his shouting and bargaining. Slime like he could never be relied upon to keep their word. To his sort, the fast buck was always the easiest to turn and they wouldn't hesitate to print some sensationalist garbage about our researches. My last act was to leave his empty cameras just outside his cell door and without a single qualm I left.

Our new world awaited us.

 

 

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