Banished!

Okay, I admit it, that was beyond creepy on my part. Still, posting those pictures was off the charts nasty and now I was going to die because of it. So was he, for that matter. All in all, the punishment of each of us was much too severe for any possible victimless sex crime.

The day of my banishment arrived. I was stripped naked, asked if I wanted to use the toilet (I did), and then I was tied up in a special cord. This was the one kind thing the MFP did: They used a specially designed cord to make it easy for a centaur's hooves to cut it. (It was hard for centaurs to untie it using their hands.) There was no way, however, that I could have escaped my bondage without help.

I was placed on my back, with my legs tied up in such a way that my ankles were tied behind my head, leaving my anus and my sex completely exposed. My eyes were aimed at the sky, but I could look from side to side by turning my head, although my ankles tended to get in the way. I felt it was an obscene pose no doubt for the titillation of the comfortable spectators at the sports bars watching while doubtless drinking beer.

The MFP were having a heated discussion, staring at me, but I could not quite hear what they were saying. I figured it out when they began to remove their pants. "Turn off the cameras!" one of them said, and the first one's erect cock approached me, the MF Prick who was attached to it following his cock's lead. I was to have my first ever gangbang rape. Oh goodie, I thought. What an appropriate prelude to a horrific death.

Suddenly one of the MFP's cried out a warning but it was too late to save the cop leading the way with his cock. The leaping lioness had him on the ground and had sunk her teeth into his neck in only seconds. Indeed, I think it took only three seconds from start to finish. The former would-be rapist gurgled in protest, or perhaps in a cry for help, it was hard to tell.

As there were around five other lionesses waiting their turns, the cowards of the MFP returned to their vehicle. They watched their colleague die for a while, being eaten alive, and then drove away, while the other lionesses retreated, making room for their guy, the head honcho male lion, to have his share first. I watched all this in horror since I was witnessing my future. It was not good.

After the sports bars had their exclusive showing of the videos which were almost exclusively shown for the benefit of men, the videos of the death and mutilation of the women "criminals" such as myself were shown to a national audience on the MF Television Network, known as MFTV of course. As an extra added benefit the videos were live.

That way people could get their jollies by seeing a naked, bound woman either raped by a centaur, or torn apart by carnivores. It reminded of me of when the Romans threw the Christians to the lions. It reminded all of us of that, except it added a nice misogynist twist. Also, this time it was the so called Christians of the MF doing the throwing.

My only chance of survival was for a centaur to find me before the big cats found me. He would rape me of course, but if I gave him good enough sex, he would free me and keep me in order to impregnate me, so that I would give him a child. Women who give birth to the children of centaurs die in childbirth, their bodies being ripped apart by the hooves of the infant centaur. All this I knew. My future was grim no matter how you sliced it.

The lions had now left and the remains of the MF Prick who had been planning to rape me was left to the hyenas. Lions are relaxed eaters compared to hyenas. The hyenas had the man's corpse picked clean quickly and easily. Every so often one of them would spit out some morsel of his clothing, showing disgust or contempt or disdain. It was hard for me to read the nuances of emotion in the hyenas' minds as I watched them devour the remaining corpse of a fellow human, even if it was a man who had been about to rape me and leave me to die.

I trembled being naked and so close. I knew I was next. I peed and then had to lie on my pee.

Stage three were the vultures. The hyenas too had left, taking some of the MF Prick's smaller medium sized bones with them, and the vultures flocked around. I found the vultures terrifying and not just because they are such big, ugly birds. It was because there were so damn many of them! I could not even see the remains of the man's body as the birds were everywhere. It was as if the earth had turned black around the remains of the MF Prick. This for me was the most horrifying part of the whole disgusting and horrific episode. Soon all this would happen to me. I fainted.

My first sign that the end was near was seeing the vultures circling above me. I followed one vulture's flight with my eyes and it gradually landed on a nearby tree. I knew if the vultures had found me, the predatory big cats had found me too, and they would kill me with their teeth in only a few minutes, if that.

Every so often, a woman commits a crime considered worse than the crimes I had committed. Murder is one of them. For those women, the MF Police have a little fun, by booby trapping the woman with the implantation of a bomb underneath her. When the big cats begin to feast on her, the MFP, watching on their monitors, set off the bomb. The bomb explodes the body of the (hopefully) by now dead woman, and of course it destroys the big cats, too. The MFP watch the carnage in the safety of their office, by remote camera feeds. Rumors abound on the sexual jollies they get from their misogyny.

I had not been booby trapped, although my large boobs had led to a lot of teasing remarks by the MFP. A typical one was, "Do you think Ashley's boobs are a trap?"

This would be answered with, "Well they got her ex-boyfriend banished, didn't they? He probably came for her boobs but he stayed for her pussy, which I heard from the prosecutor is remarkable. Her boobs are definitely a booby trap."

Yeah, I didn't think it was funny, either. The MFP are mostly morons. They are sadistic morons, but they're morons. MFP stands for 'Moronic and Feckless Pigs?'

The suspicion that I might have been booby trapped led to caution among the cats circling me. This gave me a good extra three minutes of life before the attack. I could smell the cats and hear their guttural growls as they paced around me, waiting to see who would be first to kill me and risk the explosion they feared. I closed my eyes. I did not want to watch my impending brutal and horrible death, being eaten by wild animals.

I didn't even have any clothing to be spit out. I knew men back behind the walls were watching my mortal fear as I quaked in my birthday suit. I knew there was a special kind of lust for a naked woman faced with an imminent, brutal death. A certain sort of man loved the terror in the woman's face combined with her naked body. Such men probably came in their pants looking at me on their monitors. The MF knew that, too. Boy, did they!

There was a clattering of hooves, some feline squeals, and then quiet. The Centaur said, "I love how they leave you women with your pussies all exposed and ready to be raped."

"That's the MF Police, always thoughtful," I said, having opened my eyes to see quite a handsome centaur looking down on me. I knew my life had been spared at least for now, and I figured rape by a centaur was a small price to pay. Of course, in reality it was not a small price to pay, and those of us who have been raped by centaurs can tell you that. It's horrible.

Many women are traumatized for life by rapes simply from men. Rapes by centaurs are much worse. For one thing, their cocks are horse sized. Most women cannot handle them. Plus, if we are not seriously wet and ready for a centaur to rape us, the pain of the rape is unbearable and can drive a woman insane. Some women get torn up by the huge cocks with no lubrication when they're raped, and quite a few even bleed out since they are left tied up and alone.

Women left alone and bleeding are often attacked by huge snakes, if they're the first to find them. The scent of the fresh blood is what attracts them. The people who watch these things on the MFTV network told me this was the worst of the worst to watch. I shivered at my imagination of something like that.

Nevertheless for me, I was happy to be spared the horrible death of being eaten alive. I was grateful to this centaur for having saved me, even if he saved me only subsequently to rape me.

I cheerfully said, "Hello. My name is Ashley. If you untie me we can make love together instead of you raping me. Of course, if you want to rape me, I'm up for that, too. I want to thank you for saving me from those big cats and I figure giving you great sex is the best way to do that."

"You're nice, Ashley, and it's true that I saved you only to rape you and then to kill you. My name is Cukanos. Unfortunately for you, what gets my motor running is raping the unwilling and the terrified. I don't make love, as you so quaintly put it. I'm afraid I'm just going to leave you here unmolested despite your sexy body. Don't worry, the cats will find you again presently, and it will be all over soon. Usually the women die quickly once a lioness sinks her teeth into their necks. Goodbye, Ashley."

I have no luck, I thought silently. Well, at least I did not have to suffer a rape before my inevitable death, I thought. Which was worse? I no longer knew. The cats returned about an hour later, accompanied by vultures and hyenas patiently waiting their turns at my carcass when the big cats were done with it. It's at times like this you wish you had even a small dollop of religion or faith. I had neither. I closed my eyes, waiting for the inevitably brutal death by fang. I knew I would not have long to wait.

Suddenly it became deathly quiet. All that I heard were the thumps of vultures falling out of the sky. All the animals around me had suddenly died! I knew enough to know that only one thing could have caused that. The basilisk had saved me this time, but only because I had my eyes closed! If you see the head of a basilisk, you die instantly. It's that simple. I obviously kept my eyes closed! I had no idea if the basilisk was still hanging about, or not.

Probably he was. He was probably eating one of the animals. I entertained myself wondering if he preferred the cats, the hyenas, or the vultures, since he'd have his choice now, wouldn't he? I hoped and prayed (even if I have no faith) that his favorite meal was not terrified women!

I did not know that basilisks were capable of mental telepathy. He entered my head, telling me he likes them all, cats, hyenas, and vultures, but he had recently enjoyed cats and hyenas down the road a piece, when he stumbled upon them eating the body of what was doubtless my unfortunate former boyfriend Byron. Tonight he was feasting on vultures. Humans, and especially women, give him indigestion. Good to know, I thought.

Two hours later I heard the loudest burp I had ever heard in my life, and the basilisk slithered on, telling me not to open my eyes for another hour or so. I wished him thanks, and he actually telepathed, "You're welcome." Basilisks are quite well mannered. Who knew?

It got really cold when the sun went down. I knew the animals hunt at sunrise, so I was now somewhat safe for the night. I was sure I had used up my good fortune, since I had been saved from my inevitable death twice already! The cameras recording my image for the misogynist voyeurs in the bars behind the walls had lights!

The MF's lights lit me up to better record my image. Damn the MF! I became a lighted beacon for the mosquitos. I was in hell. A large spider slowly crawled up my boobs and I could do nothing but watch him crawl. He rested when he reached the summit, apparently intrigued by my large nipple pointing up at the sky.

I'm sure I looked inviting to the men in the sports bars watching, since I was bound and naked, but I am also sure I took terrified. It takes a particular kind of man to enjoy a terrified naked woman but I knew, from watching horror movies, that it was a sexually attractive thing to some men. If so, they had it in spades with me.

Sure enough, at dawn, the now usual scene was repeated. The carrion of the dead animals around me attracted more hyenas and vultures, and they were busy eating. The hyenas went for the dead lions and the vultures, while the vultures went for the dead mammals, especially the hyenas. I was not yet carrion since I was still alive, so they ignored me.

I was becoming rather thirsty. We humans can live something like up to three weeks without food, but without water one can live only five to seven days, max. Not a problem, I thought, since I'd be killed and eaten long before even two, let alone seven, days elapsed.

The cats returned. I saw them chasing away the hyenas as best they could. Hyenas are a tenacious lot. I closed my eyes, and just when I thought to myself "this is it," clattering hooves chased away the squealing big cats. Another centaur had come to save me! I was so happy.

"Are you Ashley?" the centaur asked.

Surprised he knew my name, I said, "Yes. Thank you for saving me."

"Is it true Cukanos did not rape you and that he let you live?" the centaur asked.

"Yes. He lost his desire when I was too grateful for his having saved me from the cats," I said.

"Cukanos rapes women and then kills them with his hooves, listening to them scream until they're dead. He's the meanest of all of us centaurs. You are the first woman he has ever let live. You're already a legend," the centaur said. "I'm Sedral," he added.

"I'm pleased to meet you. Thank you for saving me from being eaten," I said.

"Thank me after I rape you, Ashley," Sedral said. His tone was sinister but also I think he was chuckling to himself.

Sedral moved into position, his huge cock poking at my entrance. One of my past lovers had a huge cock, but a huge cock for a man is piddling compared to the cock of a centaur, which is horse sized. It was long and thick. Huge is the word that comes to mind, but it does not do it justice. Fucking huge would be even better. Gigantesque. Humongous. Language fails to describe how scarily big the centaur's cock was.

I was once again terrified. This time I was terrified of having my most intimate region torn apart by Sedral's huge cock.

"Cukanos may be the meanest centaur of us all, but I have the biggest cock of all the centaurs. Only one woman has ever survived my rape. The others have bled out. Do you want to know why she survived?" Oh great, I thought.

"Yes, please," I said.

"She survived because she wanted it. She was a size queen, and her pussy was drooling at the prospect of my cock raping her. I loved that woman," Sedral said.

"What happened to her?" I asked.

"Nothing. She was mine. Everyone respected that. She gave me a beautiful son. She died in childbirth, of course, but that's natural. It's the way of things," Sedral said. He clearly missed his queen, the size queen herself.

Then, without warning, the centaur with the largest cock of all the hugely endowed centaurs of the kingdom, stuck his cock deep into my pussy. It was not gradual, and it was without foreplay or even warning.

My luck held yet again. You see, I love a good fuck, which was part of my undoing under the MF. This was one of those rare times when being promiscuous had its benefits. I had slept with so many men over the last five years since I turned 18 that I had experiences a wide variety of cocks. Of course, they were all the cocks of men, and not of centaurs!

Luckily however this discussion of the size queen had made me soaking wet down there where it counts. I loved all cocks it seemed, but I especially loved nice, big cocks. This is all the more impressive given how dehydrated I already was. As Sedral fucked me, I looked up and saw vultures circling once again. They thought I was going to bleed out after Sedral's rape, like so many others had done before me. But actually, I was enjoying the rape!

It's hard to explain, especially if you've never had interspecies sex. Few women have. If you are one let me know, please. If you have, my guess is, though, it was sex with a dog. I knew there was a cult of women who enjoyed sex with dogs, and that some men did it with sheep, but those cults had already been destroyed by the MF and now the bodies of the cultists fill the tummies of lions, tigers, leopards, hyenas, and vultures. Those women were the first to be banished.

Interspecies sex is not for everyone. It's not just the size, even if that is truly something, but Sedral had technique, and the power of his thrusts was unbelievable. Each time he thrust into me I gasped in both horror and amazement. I thought his centaurian cock was going to poke right though me and emerge from my back.

Sedral knew what he was doing and he was gentle at first, gradually raising the temperature of the rape, moving faster and faster and building me towards a climax. I could feel it build and I allowed myself the luxury of moaning out my pleasure. Sedral seemed pleased to hear my moans. When the climax came, it was so intense that I screamed and briefly passed out.

When I came to, Sedral had claimed me. I was lying across his back, still naked of course and tied in place with the same rope that had previously bound me, and Sedral was gently trotting off to parts unknown to me. A small camera drone of the MF was following us, broadcasting my naked and ravished body to the men in the sports bars.

We trotted for a long time, as I lay naked across his back, like some sort of naked female hunting trophy. He had tied me across his back with my front facing up. This is not the most comfortable position since the body naturally bends the other way.

M y position on Sedral's back however did allow the voyeurs in the sports bars to check out my bouncing boobs, my pussy filled with centaurian cum, and my puzzled but still blissed out face. We finally came to a grand cave, where the entrance was guarded by an invisible shield, and protected by a group of magical dogs. The drone flew away.

Once the dogs had opened the shield for us, Sedral trotted in, and I found the place to be beautiful, full of comfortable furniture and soft light. It was also filled with the women the other centaurs had chosen. There were twenty captive women altogether, with the addition of myself making the total 21. Most of the women were at various stages of pregnancy, and the 'most pregnant' woman there knew that she had at most weeks before she was to give birth, and then of course she was doomed to die during childbirth. Nevertheless, she stroked her swollen tummy lovingly, purring to her not yet born baby centaur. Her name was Mary.

Knowing she would die, and be killed by her child, she was nevertheless still loving and purring at the fetus in her belly, talking to him lovingly. For some women the maternal instinct is strong indeed. I'm fairly sure I am not that way, but I guess I'll know for sure when and if I am ever pregnant.

Not getting pregnant was my best hope of surviving a year or more. Maybe it was also my only hope. Sedral however might kill me in a rage if I never get pregnant. All the women there were still naked. I wondered why they had not made clothes for themselves, since animal skins abounded in the cave. For some reason we women had to remain naked at all times. I finally learned it was for the obvious reason. The centaurs enjoyed looking at naked women, especially naked and nervous women.

The one exception was moccasins. The women used the animal skins to make moccasins to protect their feet. Had they not done that, their feet would get cut up and bleed and attract snakes. We really had to protect our feet.