Banished!

As I got used to my new life and began to make friends with the other women, I began to learn the rumors. Nobody knew if they were true or not. It was easy to imagine that all these trapped women without any hope would spread a rumor that there was a colony of women and even some men who had escaped both the beasts and the centaurs and were living a free life in a place they called Jersey. I had no idea if the rumors had elements of truth to them or were simply created from the imaginations of desperate people.

Sedral raped me on a daily basis. All of us women were raped daily until we got pregnant. Gradually the rapes changed into fucks, my resistance fading with time. Maybe it was a case of Stockholm syndrome but I began to become fond of Sedral and I even looked forward to the sex.

Each day we would be sniffed by Thébaut the Sniffer. He was a Doberman and it was claimed that he was able to tell if a woman were pregnant or not simply by sniffing her. I found this hard to believe, but at this point I found most everything hard to believe.

The rumor was that Thébaut had never yet been wrong. If a woman turned out to be pregnant Thébaut would stay next to her and bark. Otherwise he would simply quietly lick the pussy of the non-pregnant woman. He would lick her pussy relentlessly until her centaur came and gave him a tasty dog treat. Sometimes the pregnant woman even climaxed due to Thébaut's licking. Thébaut knew the best spots to lick. I began to look forward to his licking, too. I had yet to climax by Doberman, but I had come pretty close.

I came to look forward to the rapes which had morphed into just fucks. Sedral's fucks gradually morphed in my mind as simply having sex. Since I love sex, I even began to enjoy sex with Sedral. One time I climaxed and Sedral was thrilled. He told me orgasms made me more likely to get pregnant. After that first climax, Sedral's technique improved as each time he tried to drive me to an orgasm with his huge cock. Most of the time he succeeded, too. No faking on my part was necessary. I began to look forward quite a bit to being intimate with Sedral.

Dying while giving birth to a baby centaur was not one of my life's goals. I decided I had to escape. I knew I would be obliged to escape naked and without a weapon to defend myself, if I managed to escape at all. I knew I would be hunted down by Sedral, raped a final time, and then he would punish me by crushing my skull. That is, unless the big cats found me first! Still I felt I had to try.

I thought about it every day. My only chance was to exit unseen when a centaur left the cave and the magical shield was open. I decided to leave when Sedral himself left the cave. That would give me a maximal amount of time before my absence was noticed. The rumors said the haven know as Jersey was to the north.

I escaped and headed due north using the sun as my compass during the day and the north star at night. I ran all day and all night for two days. I was getting hungry and thirsty and needed a place to hide for the night. There were no caves in sight; I was on the plains. Occasionally I would run by a camera planted by the MF and I was sure my frightened, exhausted nude body was captured for later broadcast along with a video of my brutal death.

One time I stopped to act out in front of a camera. I bounced my boobs with my hands while I smiled at the floating camera. Then I stuck a finger in my pussy and raised it to my mouth and sucked my finger clean. I blew the camera a kiss and continued on my way as the camera recorded my naked backside. The voyeurs would see exactly what they could no longer have!

I knew Leopards like to climb trees and then drop down onto their prey, so I avoided running under trees. When it came time to find a safe haven for the night, however, trees were my only option. Some snakes climb trees and obviously so too do leopards, but I had to take some risks. I was also scared I'd fall out of the tree when I fell asleep.

The next day, hungrier and thirstier, I continued my run to safety, if safety even existed. To my surprise I came across an oasis. I wondered if I was losing it and it was a mirage? I was so thirsty, so very thirsty, I felt like running and jumping into the oasis. Thinking it eas a delusional mirage whoever, I was cautious.

Then I saw it: a pile of women's clothes, all neatly folded. I quickly found the poor woman's bra and attempted to put it on to give my breasts a much-needed respite. My boobs are a little too big to go without a bra for a long period of time, let alone to endure all of the bouncing that running for my life entailed.

The bra was my size, a 36, but the cup size was too small. I did not care. I forced my boobs inside it, and they kind of spilled out, but God did it feel good to have the relief the bra provided to my aching boobs. I found her blouse and while it was quite tight over my boobs, it did barely close and fit.

I felt guilty donning her panties which were too small. Panties are so very intimate. They cut into me a bit, so I decided to leave them behind, and slithered into her skirt. Now dressed in an anonymous woman's clothes, I began to wonder what had become of her.

I looked at the oasis suspiciously. I picked up a large stick and stuck it in the water. It was as I feared. The 'oasis' was a tarpit coated on top with a sheen of rainwater. Damn! The unfortunate woman whose clothes I was now wearing had no doubt naively decided to bathe in the tarpit, thinking as I had that it was an oasis. Inevitably, she had become stuck. No doubt she had been swallowed up, gradually sinking while crying out for help as the tarpit swallowed her up and as she sunk to her gruesome death.

The anonymous woman's pile of clothes had inadvertently saved my life. Had I not found the clothes I too would have plunged into the tarpit myself, thinking it was an oasis pond of fresh, delicious water. I gave serious thought to figuring out a way to skim off some of the surface water to drink but decided it was too dangerous.

I was close to becoming delirious with thirst when I saw a man, a human man, walking toward me. I actually thought I was delusional. He was the first man I had seen since the MFP had left me to my fate, naked and bound and waiting for my death.

"Is there a centaur chasing after you?" he asked. He introduced himself as Paul.

"I don't know. Possibly. Probably. Sedral is his name," I said.

"You escaped from Sedral?" he said, incredulously.

I nodded shyly. "For now," I said. "I think I'm going to die of thirst first if not later from his hooves once he finds me and rapes me."

"Here," he said, presenting me with a canteen he was carrying. "Drink only a little at first."

I drank a few sips. Nothing in my life had ever tasted so good.

"You're wearing Miranda's clothes," the man said. "Where is Miranda?"

I explained to him how I found the clothes and my theory about what might have happened to Miranda. The poor man tried not to cry but he was too overcome with grief. I went to him and stroked him. I had been trying so hard to be strong up until now that there had been no room in my soul for pity or for grief.

At the time it did not occur to me to wonder where the fuck was Paul when Miranda was sinking and doubtless screaming for her life in the tarpit? Why had they separated? Later I would wonder about that often.

Seeing Paul cry over his loss of Miranda , I suddenly was overcome with grief for my asshole former boyfriend Byron whom I guess I had still loved and yes, I felt some grief for myself, too. According to Thébaut I was not pregnant at least, but no matter what I did I could not see a way to have any hope for my future. There was only the present and quite frankly, the present was not pretty.

It was comforting to be wearing clothes again and I had met a nice man in a most unusual way. Paul too was looking for Jersey, but he was wandering around aimlessly. He had not heard the rumor that it was to the north. He had been banished with his true love Miranda but he never explained what the reason was. In truth, I did not care. They were allowed to keep their clothes and were not tied up but banishment was still a death sentence. Their most likely death was again to be eaten by carnivores.

When I told him my crime was that my ex-boyfriend had made a sex tape and he had posted both it and nude pictures of me on the web, Paul got a strange look.

"You're that Ashley??" he asked.

"My fame precedes me," I said bitterly.

"Everyone in my town has a crush on you. I had one, too," he said.

I could not help it. I said, "Had?"

"Miranda was real. Reality trumps fantasy," Paul explained. "Hey, kudos for having survived to this point! The betting odds were a hundred to one against you lasting more than six hours."

I think every time Paul looked at me he saw me naked or fucking my ex-boyfriend Brian but I did not dwell on it. More important issues such as survival and running from Sedral pushed all other considerations from my mind.

I knew I had humiliated Sedral by escaping from him and that he would hunt me down and kill me just to maintain self-respect and to keep the respect of the other centaurs. I was the first and so far the only woman ever to have survived being found by Cukanos and that fact, together with now being Sedral's sex slave, had given Sedral a kind of status. Sedral would not take losing that status easily. I shivered when I thought about how much danger I was in.

I also knew that now I would be legendary. First I knew that I was unique simply by virtue of having survived Cukanos. Add to that my escape from Sedral and my legend was born. Word traveled fast in the Magical Kingdom. People and Centaurs behave differently in the presence of fame. I knew that but I did not know what the differences would be. Actually, what I did not know could fill the largest cave in the Magical Kingdom.

Paul and I headed north together hoping that Jersey actually existed and that we would be able to find it. It seemed unlikely to me that it existed. Who had created it, and how? I could not imagine.

It was good to have Paul as a companion. He was resourceful. He had fashioned some weapons out of wood, using a stone to sharpen the wood to a point. He had two daggers and a sword. He was working on a bow and arrow too. Every night he would work on it. The main stumbling block was the string of the bow. He needed some linen or hemp or silk or something. I suggested using rawhide because that was at least available in the Magical Kingdom. Paul was working on that.

Paul gave me one of his two daggers, "just in case." I kept it with me always.

Paul made me laugh, something I thought would never happen again. I showed him how I slept at night in a tree and we found two good trees next to each other. It would have been perfect except one of the trees contained a leopard waiting to pounce on any unlucky antelope who passed beneath the tree.

We continued our search. It became dark. It was a new moon and it became scarily dark. We ended up sleeping on the ground on the top of a small hill. Paul surprised me by trying to kiss me. I felt bad when I refused to let him kiss me. I did wonder how he could try to kiss me so soon after losing his Miranda. Then I remembered he had told me how he had had a crush on me from the sex videos. I figured he wanted a hell of a lot more than kisses.

I realized that I had inadvertently become an amateur porn star, and here I was right next to him with death waiting for us around every corner. Was this really the time to be a prude? I took his head in my hands and I kissed him. We kissed each other for quite a while. We stopped when I thought I heard a sound. We both froze in terror. It turned out to be only a raccoon.

Every night we would sleep together on a hill and we would make out. The making out sessions gradually got more and more heated. I finally relented and let Paul undress me above the waist. He seemed to worship my boobs, praying at the Temple of Mammary. He kissed my boobs and fondled them, tweaking my nipples. He especially seemed to like the same nipple the spider had liked when I was facing imminent death. He loved gazing at my naked upper half of my body.

Even though I had long been naked dating from my initial banishment to when I found the tragically lost Miranda's clothes, I found it special to be partially naked for Paul. It was as if we were teenagers again but with the added twist of a mortal threat haunting us.

I did not really like Paul. He was not at all my kind of guy. However he was possibly the only man in the Magical Kingdom who was free and not bound and awaiting death somewhere. We were simply trying to stay alive and that fosters a certain closeness. He was a man, he wanted me, I love sex, and we had forced intimacy. I knew sex was inevitable.

Little by little the sexual intimacy grew. I felt closer and closer to Paul, and he was clearly infatuated with me, the lovely porn star from before we were banished. As the intimacy progressed, we began to sleep together naked but we still had not yet had sex.

I explained to Paul that I could not risk pregnancy. I figured I could never flee for my life if I were pregnant say, in my fifth month or later. Instead I gave him blowjobs and he ate me out. It was much too dangerous were I to moan so we had oral sex that was amazingly silent. Paul would cum in my mouth and I would swallow for him. Hey, I needed all the protein I could get. Cum is pretty good compared to a diet of grasses, berries, and the occasional squirrel.

Paul had no talent at cunnilingus but he truly wanted to become good and he found a ready and willing naked teacher happy to help him learn. After around a month of daily attempts he got so good that I became addicted to his oral sex ministrations. Except for the kinky aspect that Thébaut was a dog, Paul surpassed even Thébaut with his oral skills. What he could do to my clitoris was stunningly amazing. True, I had taught him, but he was the man and he was doing it. It was nice and that is a major understatement.

As the days passed and changed into weeks Paul was frustrated since he wanted badly to make love to me in the time-honored way. I wanted him to do it too, but I could not risk becoming pregnant. I knew a solution. I was ashamed to bring it up but I did. I finally suggested that we have anal sex.

We had no lube. I told Paul to use my pussy juice to coat his cock. To do this I let him enter me. Oh, my goodness it felt wonderful to have a real live man enter my pussy. My pussy had been expecting a centaur, Sedral to be precise, and to feel Paul's cock inside me instead was like feeling manna from heaven.

Had it been up to me at that moment Paul could have fucked me to oblivion but Paul cared for me too much at this point and he pulled out after only a few thrusts. I rolled onto my tummy and he slowly entered my ass, waiting for it to dilate before he went in deeper. He was such a caring lover! My ass adjusted as it always had before with my pre-banishment lovers and then Paul went to town, fucking me beautifully. Paul seemed happy enough to be intimate with me via using my ass, as opposed to my pussy.

While Paul was only the fourth man ever to enjoy me anally, there was a significantly higher number of men who had enjoyed my pussy. Nevertheless I could not imagine a man more talented at ass fucking than my very own Paul.

As Paul fucked my ass I played with my clit but soon Paul's fingers pushed mine away. He wanted to play with my clit while we fucked! I felt so lucky to have found Paul. We climaxed at almost the same time. One little groan on my part slipped out and after that Paul doubled his pace. My lord he was good!

Paul gave me the best ass fuck I had ever had. Granted though I had not had that many. We were lying there naked in post coital bliss when we suddenly heard hooves crashing on the ground. We both knew it had to be Sedral. There was no chance we could outrun him. He would first kill Paul, then rape me and finally crush my skull in the time-honored method of centaur murder.

We both froze in terror. "Hello Ashley," Sedral said. "You've been a bad girl. I see you found a human man to keep you company. It's a pity. You were such a good fuck. I'm afraid I now have to kill both of you," and Sedral started towards Paul preparing to rear up and cut him fatally with his hooves.

Paul waved his wooden sword at Sedral and the centaur laughed. Paul backed away from Sedral and the centaur began to tease him. His back was to me. This was my moment. I had watched how a lioness had killed the MF Prick who was going to rape me. She had leapt onto his back and stuck her sharp teeth into his neck, severing his jugular vein.

I took a running leap onto Sedral's back, and he said, "Good girl, Ashley. Missed me, did you? Did you miss my large cock? You seemed to be enjoying our sex towards the end. Let's enjoy each other one more time before I crush your skull."

Sedral was staring at Paul's face of terror as he moved towards him. I had to act or Paul was history. Things were moving fast. I'd have only one chance. I put my left arm around Sedral's neck to steady myself and then raised my right arm, plunging the dagger deep into his neck, hoping it would find his jugular vein.

I got lucky. Sedral began to gurgle and as his blood flowed freely from his neck he fell over. I leapt clear just before he fell. My dagger was still stuck in his neck. Paul came over and withdrew the dagger and then the blood flowed out like a fountain. It kept flowing and flowing, until it did not. Sedral was dead. He was very dead.

"We have to go. The smell of blood will attract the snakes and the hyenas. The vultures will come, too," I said.

"What about the lions?" Paul asked.

"They eat only live animals. They'll go for us. That's why we need to go. Now." I grabbed my moccasins and my bra and otherwise nude, I ran off. Paul grabbed his footwear and his briefs and ran after me, easily catching up. "You run like a girl," he said, as he caught up to me.

"You don't," I said, and we both laughed, which is hard to do while one is running for one's life.

We ran until sundown and then rested a bit. "I miss having clothes," I said.

"You're tormenting me half nude like that, Ashley." It was then that I noticed his erection.

"How long have you been hard?" I asked Paul.

"Ever since we escaped and I watched your bare ass running in front of me. I'm sorry I just can't help it. You are so sexy it's amazing, Ashley."

"You're just a horny guy and I'm a half-naked woman. I'm not special. You'd be hard for any woman in these circumstances. I'm glad you're hard. We can celebrate that Sedral is dead. Want to fuck me again?"

Paul entered me to coat his cock with my juices which was now our established method of lubrication. It did not work especially well but I kind of liked the rough sex effect when he entered my ass. I noticed that instead of just a few thrusts as he did the previous times, he pumped in and out for a good five minutes.

It felt beyond wonderful to have Paul truly fuck me but I finally stopped him. I. was scared he would lose it and send his seed up deep inside me. I just could not risk getting pregnant. The MFP did not let me take a supply of birth control pills with me. They didn't care and besides they were sure I would be dead in hours. So too had been I, for that matter. Still, here I was, a good six months later and still alive!

It took another three months before we realized that Jersey was indeed a myth. Paul and I decided to create Jersey ourselves. We found a high hill which was in fact an island in the middle of a river. This gave us both a supply of fresh water and the river surrounding the island served as a moat which kept away the big cats. Also, we would have the high ground if we were to be attacked. We collected stones and slowly, very slowly, we built a wall of stone reinforced adobe. It took us a long time and while doing it we had to fend off attacks by centaurs hoping to rape me. Some of the attacks were close calls and Paul almost died three times before I could knife the centaurs in exactly the same way I had knifed poor Sedral.