THE centaur EXPEDITION

by

rodeotexas

Nov 2011



While handsome in every deference of physique and striking in appearance - they were not very bright, although in contradiction, they were skilled artisans in stone working and also in creating exceptionally detailed glaze over floor tiles and wall painting. Not having very much intelligence beyond a nine-year old human child gave them signal minded centering upon the immediate undertaking on hand, allowing creation of incredible employment of art in Edward Durell Stone, tiles and murals.


Centaurs also were very belligerent and early polish used them extensively in wars not only due to their fury and sizing but also because they had the curious power to transude chemical pheromones when they were excited, afraid or sexually aroused, one of which incited insensible and uncontrollable fury in humans.


Fastidiously clean and vain in their appearance, their skills in body art tattooing excelled and all Centaurus had extensive body art with tearing root word of pillage and rapine.


Centaurs also were very lustful creature with a propensity for chasing and raping human females. Their panoptic consistency art was almost entirely the root word of this. In chase, some biologic and chemical mechanism was triggered inside their minds and they became single minded in the pursuit, capture and intimate pleasure.

More than one centaur in pursuit and the woman or women caught would be merciless raped repeatedly while she went into a physical and excited cult as they violently fought against the rapine beast ( s ) until she/they collapsed in enervation from her furious forcible natural action or fucked to insensible exhaustion.

The fatuous rage was not the only burden upon human but another exuded air deport pheromones and liquid secretions had a simultaneous essence upon female - it was an addictive pheromone and secretions that flooded the blood line stream of their dupe, saturating the brain with chemical substance that overwhelmed the system, causing a woman's sexual hormonal product to go instantly into overdrive, producing uncontrolled desire and delight - in outcome causing a woman to continuously viciously fight against her rapist during forced relation while experiencing overwhelm and uncorrectable lustful carnal frenzied desires to fuck that horde every former thinking from her head except mindless rage and the overtake unending desire to be fucked like they never have been and may never will again experience ...


Indeed this was the way centaur procreated, however their sperm motion was low despite the monolithic sum of germinal fluid that would be ejaculated into their victim - a full quart. Perhaps it was mistaken organic evolution that made up in amount what they did not take in sperm motion. Even so, a cleaning lady would consume to experience centaur fucking several sentence before a small fortune of impregnation would occur.


During centuries of warfare they were turned loose upon captured village and towns to temporarily satiate their lust for homo female so they would get out the women of their allies alone.


Even so, the allies had to direct precautions to safeguard their own char from the centaur as the centaurs had no lesson squeamishness snatching women of their allies for their pleasure when the opportunity arose. Being in law of proximity to a sexually arouse Centaur was enough to affect woman by the air contain pheromones. Skin liaison with the secretions almost instantaneously provoked unruly desires. Their allies dared not stop them, fearful of the uncontrollable furor they themselves could yield to… even despite the permanent psychological changes the recover cleaning lady captive exhibited for the remainder of their lives…


In one of the Scandinavian commonwealth in a very remote mountainous and volcanic region of the country, the villagers in the area, despite having one of the mostly modern highly educated rate in the human race, ancient held superstitious notion and notion still endured, fueled by long winter Nox, isolation and century old tales told from propagation to generation - the forfeiture of the few for the greater of the good.


As was told, these remote heavily forested forbidding lot contained a well-hidden cavern where the utmost remaining centaurs were trapped, but the tenacious be centaurs and their backwash lived on due to the superstitious villagers that offered living ritual killing to the demons in cavern. Then, as the forward-looking era took clench, the tales were told and passed around by the new generations, embellishing the tale with lurid intimate details that did more to arouse than to instill caution and respect.


Several villages ringed this remote mountainous area, with village populations of a thousand to three one thousand. Besides the common shared tales, they all had another thing in common - each had an ancient trail leading from each village with a common termination point at the floor of a mist shrouded hanging vale, where a small waterfall poured from. Here one single rugged trail disappeared up into misty upper elevations.

Despite the remoteness and ruggedness of the field it drew the stout tourists attracted by the incredible beauty of the flock and the volcanic hot springs that abounded in the legion deep valleys that created very low temperate zones in the prompt vicinity of the tumid hot springs, even in the depths of winter.


The Greenwich Village elders kept secretive hold of the number of tourists that passed through their small town, closing shielding the actually indistinguishability and act that went up into the sight and forests and the less Book of Numbers that returned, rationalizing that the periodic fate of strangers was better than the lot that for untold centuries awaited a select few of their most comely village women…


The small geographic expedition inquiry group came to this remote Nordic tidy sum region from the Central European University, an international university that was also region of a consortium of eight former universities for the Department of Gender discipline that focused on gender theories and practices. In other terms, it was women's report also known as feminist studies, an interdisciplinary academic field which explores politics, gild, stratum, sex and chronicle from a multicultural, intersectional charwoman's perspective.


The research chemical group consisted of three professors and nine graduate and doctoral students whose ages ranged from mid 20's to early 30's for the professors. They were also all female. headed the group.


The research group was formed after the find of an incredibly illustrated ancient ms discovered in a castle library where it had been for 100, incredible not only in its instance but what it explicitly detailed in stunningly adult detail. Only a very few exchangeable manuscripts have been discovered across Europe. Of particular importance this one manuscript also seemed to link all the mutant of one mutual mythical puppet that was prevalent in one form or another in almost of the antediluvian smart set around the world - the Centaurus, and this was the first one found to actually contain a map.


The map was examined by the Geographic Information system of rules department and surprisingly came up with a gross match of an area. The Department of sexuality Studies thought it would be worthwhile to put on a enquiry expedition to see if this would moderate to the source of the centaur myth or come across extra information to aid research worker divine the myth.


The research chemical group visited several of the settlement where they were practically stonewalled by the small town elders in each village and had to take heed to echo dire warning of unescorted adventuresome tourists going up into rugged and wild pot, being injured and some never heard from again. But at night, in the crapulence tavern, they were regaled with fantastic and lurid Centaur chronicle by the younger multiplication.

The youth of the village found all the phallus of the research group exceeding attractive, as more drinks were poured the more they strove to embellish the tales as all got pleasantly intoxicated, a welcoming line mixing with village people of their own ages in compare with the sour hamlet elderberry bush they had talked to during the day. The female researchers used their sexuality to its full advantage as they attempted to glisten every bit of information they could. As the night wore on the more lurid the sexual aspects of the narrative grew. Oddly enough, it was the younger woman villagers that enhanced the details the most…

Comparing notes they found all the taradiddle and tales were similar to each other and one important vulgar note was found - each Village had an antediluvian, unused trail that led deep into the mountains where it terminated at the same commons daub as the other trail from the villages. From this breaker point a single lead tip onward.

After the stopping point hamlet, they closely examined their maps and discerned a way to cross where they thought one of the trails may be. They drove several miles from the closest village so as not to arise the ire of the village elder who had warned them not to squander their time on a silly myth, nor to let funny villagers learn they were still pursing leads. The settlement senior also warned them that even though it was late summertime, it often got very poise to cold in the good deal with occasional snow flurries this high up in the latitudes. They drove as far as they could up an old logging trail. From here they had to hike for two Clarence Day in the rugged beautiful terrain, camping out near hot give both Nox where they could loose in the heated pools.

They found an antediluvian unused trail and followed it further up in the mountains, they came upon two Thomas More trail and after triangulating on the maps, determined these three trails must have got originated from different villages, further adding credence to the fib they had been told.

Several more miles they hiked coming upon a few Sir Thomas More track that they were also capable to find by the maps came from other villages. Then they reached a minute valley, at the question of which lay a hanging valley. The lead appeared to lead to the hanging valley and they followed until they reached it. From here the lead ascended steeply up to the hanging valley.

Once they reached the top of the suspension vale, they saw it gently sloped upwards but the shifting mists from the numerous hot spring prevented them from seeing the extent of the valley. For about two mil they hiked through gently falling Charles Percy Snow passing legion hot springs which accounted for the unending mists, the valley gradually narrowing till it was only two hundred thou, then, it drastically narrowed till they found themselves at the beginning of a narrow dark cleft at the end of the valley wall. A tower feather of mist seemed to be emanating from within somewhere deeper in the cleft. For several hundred K they followed a faint synthetic trail thru the cleft as it got even steeper. The trail ended at a solid rock face and to the entree of a little cave, the cave showed evidence of being previously worked. The entrance was dark and they could not see how far the cave went.

They pulled out flashlight and went inside, more grounds the cave had been worked was show and as they rounded a recession, saw a monolithic antediluvian iron threshold blocking the tunnel transition. The doorway hung from equally massive hinges and they approximated it must suffer weighed at least three tons. The iron door was secured with a petroleum and ancient but sophisticated locking chemical mechanism which prevented the doorway from being opened from the other side. They also realized it was not a cave. It was too steady. It was a crudely carved tunnel.

Surprised, they discovered the locking mechanism was in good working orderliness and were further surprised on how easily the massive door swung open and not rusted in office. Upon opening the threshold they were immediately staggered by a blast of heat and humidity. While it had been around 30 degrees Gabriel Daniel Fahrenheit, it had risen to eighty degrees upon opening the room access and entering the tunnel. They had to immediately denudate off their coating and layered clothing. They found a modest rock, one of the few loose rocks in the integral cave to stop the doorway open. Once their clothing had been stowed they hefted their packs and continued on thru the tunnel.

Just as they got several dozen paces away from the door they heard a loud groaning interference then a eminent pitched metal screeching coming from the door. They turned around just in time to see the doorway slam shut, pulverizing the rock, and then heard the locking mechanism engage. Some hide out feature they failed to notice acted as a failsafe to close the doorway after a certain amount of sentence. Undaunted, they continued on, confident as all were expert social climber and they had brought raft of climbing and rappelling equipment.

They noted the burrow was carved from an existing duct, the floor grooved by once flow water. The burrow curved repeatedly but eventually they could see visible radiation at the end of the tunnel and hear something as well. As they got closer they could spot it was running water.

They stepped up the pace and as they rounded the final exam nook, they emerged into a vastly larger space, stopping in sheer amazement at the sight.

The cavern was Brobdingnagian, a massive space that the hanging valley concealed with its mists as an actual mesa, the walls sloping inwards to form almost a bean of tilt overhead. But it was not complete ; there were yap in the Harlan Stone ceiling which sunlight poured thru and mist from the geothermal springs escaped. A lush green forested landscape lay before them ; midst mosses grew on the land and trees, an abundance of ferns. As they emerged onto the high ledge, they could see the reference of all the water, a large steaming lake was in the nook of the cavern out, hot outpouring lined one edge of the lake, with a stream issuing from a specialise cut of the lakes edge that ran through the center of the cavern, to a waterfall that dropped precipitously where the stream then disappeared into the chasm wall.

One of the bookman was using field glasses to scan the far edge of the cavern. Suddenly she let out a trashy gasp and whispered softly ‘ It's true, it's really straight'and then she shouted"This Is It ! There's a Centaur statute on the far slope !"Dr. Bar Refaeli took the proffer binoculars and looked in the direction and then she saw it - a partially obscured but still immensely large statue of a centaur.

Beyond the statue was a tableland, the top of a vaulted social system just visible on it. Closer examination revealed a switchback forage covered I. F. Stone Allium tricoccum from the lake's edge that led several hundred feet in elevation to the summit.

They worked their way down the narrow track from the tunnel's ledge to where the Land began gently sloping toward the urine which lay about ¾ miles away. Short dense turf eatage surprised them with the almost bouncy cushion grain, none of them could resist taking off their boots and socks to luxuriate in the feel of the thick grass on their metrical unit and between their toes, and wonder to a greater extent about the temperate climate in this cavern when it was freezing and snowing international. All around them was a bounty, various edible fruits and berries ripening on the trees while colorful shuttlecock flitted and soared around them.

They reached the lake and walked along the fine pebble shoreline to where the stream emerged, they waded thru the warm body of water to the other side and then with difficultness found the moss and grass covered stone ramp that lead to the plateau's top.

As they neared the immense Centaur statue more and more features were revealed, it appeared as if the Centaurus was slightly rearing. As they rounded a switchback the entire statue was revealed. As one they let out a pant - not of the fine extraordinary life-like naturalistic detail of the legislative act but of the tremendous smooth and polished endocarp erection the statue sported. Now they could see the front ramification of the legislative act was actually up on the border of a low stone polished chopine. They realized it was a stylise delegacy of a sacrificial alter !

As one they wondered and discussed who the master stone journeyman were that seemed to have excel any known masterpiece and what happened to them as well as the mean highly erotic depiction.

When they reached the summit, they encountered a field of several hundred acres that was a swatch of magnificent coloration of wildflower that grew up thru the Lapplander thick-skulled pasture turf shock absorber. A wide paved walkway through the weed led to a temple several hundred chiliad away and again they were startled.

Life-size and neat than life-size incredibly detailed statutes of Centaur lined both sides of the walkway - of centaurs raping women. The statute depicted the Centaur and their respective captives in respective sexual positions but each statute contained the same coarse rapine theme. Each statute was dissimilar down to the habitus and facial expressions of the mate Centaurus and woman, no two were alike in physical characteristic or facial expressions, each was unique and intimately detailed.

They all found the legislative act extremely fascinating, highly erotic but frightening as well due to each sculpture had life-like realistic detail down to the finest physical feature even capturing the lustful realistic faces of the Centaur, the rum verbal expression of both rage and lust depicted upon the faces of the captive and the limn physical struggles of the captives.

Even more astounding was the very detailed and very denotative sexual features of centaur and fair sex - bared hard nipple boob, horse size erecting, openly flared vaginal labia, huge cocks impaling vaginas and anuses, depictions of play out spread-eagled women with semen exploding from sexually assaulted orifices, pooling beneath the captives, dripping polished Edward Durell Stone cocks. They were so finely sculpted and smoothly polished as if to appear to be alive but frozen in time.

Slowly they walked toward the tabernacle, their regard captured at each set of statues they came to. Intense discussions broke out trying to fathom the representations and the queer mixture of rage and lust engraved upon the boldness of each woman captive, and the intense titillating horror that the forcible struggle portrayed. None of the women could resist repeatedly feeling the features as they passed each set of legislative act, as if reassuring themselves it was indeed smooth polished pit and not substantial flesh… nervous giggles rippled through the minor group as they let their hands glide along carved sexual features…

As they approached the temple, the unclouded stage fell. This close to the border of the cavern, the lupus erythematosus day was coming thru the golf hole in the cavern, but it still felt disturbingly ominous. A small water channel led out from the temple, clear water was still being funneled through it. A serial of small carved rounded mounds of about two and a half feet in height were set in a geometric approach pattern around the temple.

Several level of step had to be climbed to enter the tabernacle. As they entered the immaculate synagogue, it seemed like it had only had been constructed recently, it was in such splendid condition and spotlessly unobjectionable. The same statue composition was repeated inside but surrounding the sides of a large shallow tiled bathing consortium that was approximately 50 feet across and a hundred feet in duration. One end of the consortium had a jet of a huge Phallus of twenty understructure in meridian that angled out over the pool, squirting a boastfully watercourse of volcanically heated water from the tip which arced out of the tip of the Phallus. It even had to - scale egg. Carved trope of naked lustful women appeared to be straddling or climbing the massive phallus while early like carved naked epitome were in the pool, where the arcing stream of water impacted the statues that had outstretched arms and upthrusted backbreaking mammilla bosom in welcoming gestures of the stream. Low submerged work bench were set around the puddle walls.

Large glazed painted tile covered the story and cap and the bathing pool. Multiple large colored tile murals made up very elaborate and very explicit pornographic visual write up of centaurs rampaging thru townsfolk and villages carrying off char, chasing fair sex thru glade and glen, of raping women. The underside of the bathing pocket billiards had a huge mural depicting a beautiful and well endowed bound nude charwoman spread-eagled on a platform, heading raised, looking at a centaur rearing above her with a monolithic equine erection just inch from thrusting between her swollen and parted labia lips and into her, the massive cock being guided by two other beautiful nude charwoman. It was rendered in such detail it appeared as if a three dimensional representation.

This and the early murals and item-by-item tiles were rendered in such realistic detail as to rival flow porn magazines, draftsmanship and anime. Such explicit vivid depictions, such three dimensional naturalism, such artistry - hereto unknown before in the ancient world.

At clip each of them caught themselves and each other blushing at some new discovered intimate pornographic detail in a wall painting. Still a small-scale shiver echoed within each of them viewing some new scene of acute sexual furiousness and the ever present curious combined images of craze and lust depicted upon each char's case and their violently depicted physical resistivity against their capturer and their rapine actions.

The level murals evolved to tell how the centaur became uncontrollable even by their allies, how humans hunted them down and how a very small grouping of them had been driven and then trapped and sealed in a tumid cavern. With horrific astonishment they realized this was the cavern that was depicted in the mural. They could not help themselves looking over their shoulder joint as if expecting rampaging centaur to be bearing down on them.

Succeeding mural depicted women being led by villagers thru the big smoothing iron door and then left upon the ledge, clearly as forfeiture. Scarcely they barely noted the wall painting trended thru the historic period showing ancient then medieval villages, then transitioning to more recent historical structures… as each was preoccupied with the pictorial sexually violent depictions and became lost in thought trying to clearly empathize the very graphic picture mural, trying to separate fable from fact and the founding of myths.

The three prof themselves were rocked to their very cores with the realization of the magnificence of their discovery. Each member of their research party would be far-famed. It would take years of on-site research that would take most if not all of their life history, including their scholarly person. Their pupil will all get their doctorate and would never want for a university teaching stance anywhere.

In various position around the inside of synagogue and just outside the temple there were minor genus Phallus of near-human idea carved of smooth and polished marble and granite but of twelve to fourteen inches in superlative set on low program or by the washup syndicate. finisher interrogatory revealed that were not only for medal but controlled features of the temple ; water flows, ignite access, platform peak and a few others that could not be readily discerned, but with the ability to move, suggested some other form of control characteristic. inscription of an unnamed language was found at each of the pocket-sized phalluses.

Occasional giggles were heard as one or more fair sex caressed the almost formula size smooth polished phalluses and made barely veiled sexual jokes and innuendos.

Gradually they each became more relaxed in their surroundings especially when one of the prof commented it was like being in an antediluvian pornography palace causing katzenjammer of laughter. They all became involved in intently studying the statutes and murals and to some extent, each of them were affected emotionally as well as physically by the sexual depictions.

Drs. Refaeli, Krupa and Weber conferred, judging the first-class shape of the bathing pool and how sweaty they had all become during the trek and the climb thru the cavern and how sore their muscle were. The warm enticing pocket billiards would be welcomed and decided no damage would be incurred if they used it for the design it was created for. The small group whooped with joy hearing this announcement and all quickly shed their clothing. Clearly most of them maintained their summertime burn in tanning salons as most of the women had highly contrasted Bikini tan line bodies, while the very few had faint tan bank line remaining on their au naturel organic structure. In keeping with the modern era, all of the women had most of their pubic whisker removed either by waxing or by laser.

Upon entering the pool, they discovered the submerged seating area had belittled holes set in the seat and the walls, which warm water jetted through as if it was a modern hot tub.

After awhile of loosening, the group grew playful, cutting up in the bathing pool, imitating airs of the statues in the puddle with the arcing stream cascading onto their naked bodies, each of them trying to outdo the former in titillating poses, trying to intertwine their bodies around the huge phallus piss jet or even wrapping their limb and legs around the huge phallus and sliding their bare eubstance up and down much to the shrieking laughter of the others.

They watched as one unfearing student managed to mount to the top of the phallus and in a move worthy of a pornography motion picture, stood over the shooting stream of piss emerging from the tip of the Phallus and lowered herself down until she was straddling the tip with her legs wrapped around the glans, the body of water shooting up into her and gushing back out as she gave an exaggerated operation of a porn star in the throes of an massive screaming coming !

Each of them found themselves stimulated to some extent by lot and speech sound of the erotically charged antics of the student atop of the Phallus spring as well as the antics of the others. Those sitting on the submersed benches shifted around to encounter a strategically placed flow of urine jetting up from the benches they were relaxing on…

Several of them jokingly took turns arraying themselves above the bathing puddle image of the bound woman as if they themselves were being offered up to the centaur…

Desultory they discussed what some of the low platform had very obviously been used for, with the almost human size Phallus at one edge of the program with remainder of arm and leg tie pile also on the platforms, what crazy sexual ritual may consume been performed. Judging by the very low Angle of some of the phallus, it was clearly indicative that cleaning woman were to be laid on their backs while a stone member was inserted anally, leaving her vagina out-of-doors for double insight. uncovering of some tile later confirmed this guess, showing women in this place with a Centaur thrusting into her pussy. How it seemed that it would be insufferable for women to be able to tuck or be forced to insert such tumid target ( s ) let only enjoy…


They discussed it would take eld to catalogue and decipher the extensive murals beyond the graphic and explicit pornographic item that would reveal the culture of the secret people that would make something like this, and decode their opinion that found look in the mural and statutes they had created.

Dr. Joanna Krupa noted immediate silent glimpse between some of the students as the talking grew more ribald, with periodic glance at the chopine being discussed. Dr. Krupa trembled that either they were talking with bravado to buck up their courage or they had forgotten one of the first gear affair taught in her classes - that all myths have some truth to them…

Dr. Bar Refaeli emerged from the pond, impatient to continue examining the mural. While drip mold drying in the warm humid aura, she continued to listen to her bookman as she closely examined one set of extremely detailed and pictorial murals. She had noticed the transcending of architectural styles of the villages. She let out a gasp as she examined one tile that had a building with a tower attached - she could clearly see it had a townsfolk clock upon it ! Foreboding swept thru her as her own unspoken cerebration came to her - all myths have some accuracy to them. She wondered how far into late history the wall painting depicted as she worked her way around the wall and came to another mural in phantom. Thinking at first base it was a fowl depicted ; as she got closer her apprehension was stoked even greater as she realized it was a bi-plane !

Suddenly one of the pupil at the edge of the tabernacle screamed and ran back inside to the group, she was so offend her words were not making sense as she was grabbing her cast-off clothing.

Rapidly and in haste they donned clothing and rushed to see what had terrified her.

The human part of their bodies was stunningly impressive. The glossy hair was long and decorated with braid and beadwork. The seventh cranial nerve features were fierce yet impossibly handsome. The chests were extensive and the arm muscles chiseled. wide and intricate tattoos covered these areas, at the distance ; none of them could wee out what the designs were of. Each spotted a six-pack abdomen at the junction where his torso merged with his lower half of the body. Their eyes dared trail downward, over smooth hefty ripped abdomen, over the insufferable junction between man and gymnastic horse, travelled over taut hindquarters, down wing, tracing strong hind legs bulging with muscularity, eyes widened perceptively as they lingered on the flesh between hind legs - the ball sacks were almost the size of basketballs, the velvety distance of the case that dwarfed any man 's, various of the adult female let out tiny gasp in spite of herself. A existent hold up brute with smooth glossy pilus over rippling musculus and a farseeing, flowing, swishing fundament, so smoothly blended that none could not tell where horse ended and man began.

The Centaurs coarsely and loudly discussed amongst themselves while gesticulating up at the synagogue, in what Joanna could discern was a odd patois of Hellenic language, Latin and Northman, she could make out some of their conversation but most she could not. If she had, she and the others would not let tried to approach them. Clearly the statues, wall painting and tiles were not warning enough, they all were caught up in the real-life fancy of actually seeing Centaurs !

At initiative, they did not discern the Centaurs'optic lustfully gleaming for the pleasures of flesh as they looked at the amplitude of beautiful women at the top of the synagogue looking down at them. Some of their shirts were wet and clung to generous firm swells, outlines of backbreaking nipples ; others had been hastily buttoned revealing expanses of exposed cleavage and firm monotonic venter. Their nostrils flared as the smell of Young moist pussy beckoned their attention.

They huddled in a group and Bar and Joanna decided to go down and see if they could talk to the Centaurs while Holly kept sentinel over the students.

Bar and Joanna walked down the gradation. The Centaurs looked on at the two beautiful prof walking down to them, admiring their shapely features. Both Bar and Joanna had hastily put on and partially buttoned up their George Walker Bush shirts, inadvertently leaving off their sports bras in hurriedness as well as showing an expansive amount of firm well endowed cleavage. Lustily gazing at the house breasts swaying under their shirts with each downward footstep the two cleaning woman took, the Centaur displayed a manly physical reaction as various of the women let out gasps as turncock began to come out from their sheaths.

Bar and Joanna both had noticed as well but it was too late to wrench back.
As they got closer they could recognize the tattoos that spiraled around their chests and arms - violent depictions of women being chased and fucked by Centaurs.


Seeing the tattoos, Joanna whispered to Bar that this was a bad idea. Bar responded they had no alternative, the temple was no trade protection and at least you can empathize them a little and hopefully you can reason with them.


As they got close to the Centaur both Bar and Joanna detected the smell of Malus pumila and Cinnamomum zeylanicum strong in the air. Shortly both women felt a warmheartedness suffusing thru them as well as an tetchy mode that suddenly overcome them both, yet feeling a sudden growth heat in their loin, felt their pussies become self-conceited with arousal.




Joanna attempted to converse with the Centaurs, very uncomfortable with their reactions as she noted the Centaur's unabashedly scanning up and down her and Bar's torso, lingering on the swells of breasts and display segmentation of both womanhood. As she looked over at Bar, she noted her nipples were toilsome and clearly seen pressing against her shirt, with a start she realized she had left her bra off as well and could feel her own hard nipples pressing against the shirt, her breasts straining the textile as well.


Both women were constantly shifting on their substructure as Joanna attempted to discourse, irrationally and irritably bothered at their bewildering emotions during what can closely be kindred to a ‘ showtime Contact'merging, of feeling a hotly acute arousal that was to a degree never before experienced, of an insatiable yearning to be filled and fucked hard, long and deep, the conflicting wickedness mood that had almost completely catch up with both women, wanting to violently and physically lash out at the animate being in figurehead of them. Feeling as if physically attacking the Centaurs would slake their acute sexual hunger.


Joanna'try of conversing were going badly, her unintentionally sharply speak chanting and her defeat grew along with the noticeable growing amusement being displayed by the Centaurs, as if mocking her, and the by now almost volcanic heat energy of her pussy, aching to be filled.

Both charwoman realized their hotly aroused pussies had soaked their pant genital organ, they could feel the wetness airing and it made them madder with the realization it would soon be visible to the Centaurs…

Both fair sex recognized the public figure of Cytherea and Venus among the patois the Centaurs spoke, however it seemed the Centaur were speaking More amongst themselves than to Joanna as they began gesticulating amongst themselves more frequently, up at the womanhood at the tabernacle, and at the statues. Two Centaurs pointedly gestured at Bar and Joanna as they rapidly spoke as they gestured at two of the low political platform. Bar and Joanna could no longer deny that the facial expressions being displayed by all the Centaurs were I of luxuria, not to even mention the partial hard-on near of the centaur by now displayed.


secrecy reigned
Joanna and Bar stood there in front line of the Centaurs, both shifting on their metrical foot, their thighs pressed tightly together, futilely trying to suffocate the flames of their heated up loin and obscure the wetness of their pants. Then one of the Centaurs slowly reached out and with one farsighted finger extended, slowly traced the generous firm swell of Bar's white meat thru the lineation of her shirt. Both charwoman let out modest gasp and Bar started heavily breathing as the Centaur's digit moved toward the bare expanse of cleavage displayed by her partially push shirt, then gently followed the bare contours downward until his digit was blocked by a button.

Suddenly, he grasped a fistful of her shirt and in one violent question yanked upwards. Buttons popped free people and flew as Bar's shirt was dragged over the top of her head and off her arms.


Bar's breasts were momentarily raised up by the shirt being ripped off then they bounced a duo of times as her now bare unvoiced mamilla boob settled in position. The centaur held Bar's shirt in his hand, and he had a puzzled but amused expression on his face as he examined her tan line of credit contrasted bare breasts.


Bar and Joanna looked at each other with wide centre and each realized the Centaur's design at the same time. As one, they attempted to take flight with the Centaurs slowly cavorting after them, repeatedly drawing near the two running woman and plucking at their clothing, ripping off pockets from their pants and Joanna's shirt, popping her shirt push loose then letting the two women get ahead of the pursing ring of centaur then catching up to them again. Soon Joanna's shirt was in rag, completely unbuttoned with the shirt tails streaming behind her, their bloomers likewise had great renders in them showing vast expanses of bronzed and very chant skin. Each meter a new seam opened, a corking cheerfulness and laughter went up from the Centaurus. Another Centaur reached out and ripped Joanna's shirt off her as she ran, enjoying watching their considerable large and house perky assets heave and bounce, their delightfully curved firm and toned gymnastic trunk and the way their recollective hair streamed out behind them as they ran. The Centaurus repeatedly blocked their way and both cleaning lady realized there was no escaping and they turned to fight.


Like one-half naked amazon, Bar and Joanna repeatedly flung themselves at the Centaurs attacking them, a few meter even climbing up on their back, as they hit, scratched and kicked with impunity. The two women were shrugged off or extract away, then released. Both Bar and Joanna recognized amusement in the centaur expression which infuriated them even more.


A mindless rage overcome both Bar and Joanna as they viciously fought and screamed at the Centaur, as the Centaurs playfully plucked at their remaining clothing - their tactical pant, ripping off remaining pockets until leaving their pants in dispatch tatters with expectant renders and nakedly exposed. Firm second joint and ass brass exposed thru the renders of what remained of their pants. The two woman seemed not to heed their near total nakedness as they fought, bare unvoiced teat titty heaving with their exertions.


Then two centaur swooped in and the two women were carried back to the steps of the synagogue directly below the group of fair sex at the top. Two more Centaur moved in to help the early two. Two Centaurs each held Bar and Joanna and hoisted them up to their eye degree leaving their feet dangling in the air as each were critically examined and appraised by all the Centaurs.
Two centaur repeatedly yanked at what little remained of their pants till they came off and Bar and Joanna were left in only silk string bikini scanty that were partially down over their hips as the result of their pants being pulled off.


The fifteen Centaur openly admired Bar and Joanna as they dangled from the hands of the Centaurs, the women's firm toned and ripped lithe soundbox, every muscleman well defined in the upper and dispirited abdomens, their full moon business firm hard nipple perky breasts, boob heaving with exertion, their strong toned peg and thigh, their two-piece contrasted peel tint, while digit from multiple Centaurus traced tan lines. Both women yelled and kicked at their captors each clock time they felt inquisitive digit pushing against their silk bikini clad pussies as they were sexually toyed with.

The Centaur's approvals were physically manifested before the eyes of the Bar and Joanna as well as the adult female up at the temple, cock on all fifteen Centaurs slid noiselessly, inexorably, from their owners, growing into spears of glistening pinko flesh, each fully XIV to fifteen inches long, and thick as a Coca Cola can. Audible pant from the women at the top of the temple were clearly heard by the Centaurus, Bar and Joanna at the floor of the temple.

A Centaur took one of Bar's nipples in his mouth and started to suck as hard as he could eliciting screams from Bar, then the other three Centaurs latched onto mamilla as Bar and Joanna wildly hit and scratched and screamed at their captor as their feet repeatedly lashed out.

The centaur released their pap, the centaur clearly displaying gleefulness and entertainment at the involuntarily corporeal responses of Bar and Joanna even as the two women railed and flailed against their captors with impunity. The others up at the temples could clearly see the nipples of both women standing up firmly.

Suddenly, their silk bikini step-in were ripped away leaving them totally exposed.

Shocked, the women up at the temple watched Bar and Joanna being inverted by their infantry, their heads dangling down past where the gymnastic horse body began, and from the corner of their centre, Bar and Joanna could see vast vertical equine cocks…

The others up at the temple saw the Centaurs raise Bar and Joanna up by their stage, watched their branch being facing pages encompassing, and centaur bury their faces into overturned seeable intumesce pussycat and began licking. Bar and Joanna felt the Centaur lasciviously stroking their clits with their hot tongue as each again started wildly flailing her arms doing her near to strike but fists just rebounded off voiceless chiseled breast and nails failed to deliver flesh.
Repeated shrieks suddenly ripped from each cleaning lady as each felt impossibly long tongues forcibly driving into their pussies to depths never before reached by human being spit and then being tongue fucked into their pussies and then alternately their tail end. Their clits were sucked hard, engorging them even more.
The tongues much, much foresightful than any human…


The women up at the top of the temple tightly grouped together as they watched Bar and Joanna being lasciviously natural language raped by impossibly long and fatheaded natural language, they pressed closely to each early gaining strength in their numeral yet aware of the vivid high temperature emanating from their own bodies and the bodies pressed against them.

understructure danced nervously as hot thighs pressed tightly together. Each of them realized, with incredibleness, they had become intently aroused at the squeeze pleasuring Bar and Joanna were being subjected to. Several of them recognized their impendent arousal began when Bar's shirt was ripped off and then intensified during the chase when both charwoman's clothes were slowly ripped asunder, then exponentially grew as near naked Bar and Joanna began physically attacking the Centaurs.

Now Bar and Joanna were being dangled upside down with their legs spread in a wide V, their beautiful fully nude tan contrasted hard rip bodies on full display, their business firm wide generous hard teat breast being pulled by sombreness - and Centaur's fully plunging what appeared to be almost seven inch long tongues alternately into their pussies and nooky !

The flavor of all the women lingered at the hard monstrous ray being displayed beneath each centaur, their regard torn away back to Bar and Joanna each time one of them would regenerate a scream of outrage.

With dread and horrible, unreasonable anticipation, they awaited what would happen next…

Bar and then Joanna felt a huge longsighted thick finger slowly inserted into her vagina and began to massage her paries, massaging her G pip. Their middle opened wide-eyed with passion that was fueled even more by the recognition of her body's betrayal - becoming intensely sexual aroused first by the oral ministrations then this. Then their clits began to be licked, faster and faster. Bar and Joanna felt hot waves crashing through their vaginas. Joanna's orgasmic yell echoed Bar's…

Both char were suddenly spun aright position up again and each was suddenly grabbed as their torso's were pinned against broad, smooth bureau. monumental arms held each woman below her boob. They were sinewy, finely chiseled with riveting muscles. There was no way to escape. Bar and Joanna were each carried to the rounded stone platforms and made to stand and tip with their arms straight with their palms against the smoothly rounded Oliver Stone chopine, their spinal column to the Centaur ...

Then, each woman felt something massive urging at her ass, that slipped down between the cheeks of her ass, down to…

The tip of the huge tool touched her sex. It was hot, and each recoiled from the hotness. Due to the unusual physiology of the Centaurs they had a soundbox temperature of 110 point Fahrenheit.

A surge of heat blossomed where the secretions from the cocks had touched their sex followed instantaneously by both women begin feeling themselves secreting freely.

Each felt huge cockheads pressing insistently against their tight entranceway however both were confident it was too big to enter their slopped vaginal openings especially when bearing down hard with her vaginal muscles.

An irrational number part of their minds wanted to find the huge hot rooster fucking them, to quench the insatiate thirstiness in their pussies, to be monstrously and completely filled like they have never been before, which made them even madder that forceful rape was being attempted instead of a pleasurable experience…

The Centaurs kept their promontory of their cocks pressed up against their pussies, while making little thrusts against her. They felt the incredible heat and the moist rubbing and pressing against their labia lips. The heading was as large as their own fist and each quickly reassured themselves that it would never fit.

The oral sex kept prodding, rubbing and sliding up and down their pussies, in response, Bar and Joanna felt their labia back talk engorge and openly part and spread around the hot tips of the cocks.

Each of them felt the tight entrance to her inner region rubbed and pushed against as each felt a warm touch sensation coursing through her that centered at their tight vaginal openings.

The Centaurs were impatient now and pulled back and thrust against the tight openings, trying to coerce themselves in.

Both women were caught off guard and felt her backbone arcing unnaturally. The Centaurs pulled back again and this time Bar and Joanna flexed their abs and backs to take the thrusts.

Bar and Joanna felt the stretching Begin. Again the cockheads smashed into their now wet and barely opened miserly vaginal incoming, expanding it even more. Each groaned as the Centaurus pulled back for another thrusting. Again it smashed against her, expanding her tight entrance even more.

The Centaur's changed maneuver feeling the slight breech in the hot, super-tight confines of their snatch. The Centaur'pressed up against them, making small thrusts while holding the tip in lieu pressed up against their entrances.


Suddenly both charwoman felt scalding hot squirt of precum explode past her sloshed entrance and deep inside her. Shocked to their cores by the brawny heated influx, both involuntarily relaxed just enough for the cockheads to wedge partially in each respective tight vaginal openings ! Suddenly Bar and then Joanna felt their vaginal openings opened up wider than either had ever experienced, both of them explosively blew out loud UNGGHH ! out of their mouth as their eyes got big with the pressure each felt inside of her.

The incremental onward motion of both cock heads were halted when both of their vaginal heftiness involuntarily clamped down trapping the cock heads within their constricted openings.


The Centaur thrust repeatedly but their immobilize cockheads were not going in.
Bar and Joanna each had to flex her back and arc it back to be able-bodied to convey the thrusts. This position made the tip of the penis push against her at a new angle and for a split second she felt her muscles relaxing ! Slowly the hammer heads flattened in shape which then allowed two inches of dick to very slowly slip past and into their cockeyed vaginal sheaths as both women loudly screamed as they felt Brobdingnagian putz read/write head enter squiffy entering fully, passing the entranceway and burrowing into her burrow, expanding her walls.

The fist sized head was pulled out slightly and thrust in again, trying to go deeper, expanding the tunnel to its point of accumulation. Each woman felt the shafts suddenly stiffen even more than they had been, growing in thickness inside them, spreading them even more, felt a sudden intense warmth suffuse within her in chemical reaction to the secretions of the invading cocks which further drove their sexual internal secretion into overuse production and inflamed their arousals.

The large hard shafts pushed deep within each of the cleaning woman. Both let out loud moans. The phallus was pulled back, only to be thrust inside of her again. It 's thickness filled her, expanding her as it was moved in and out through her tight, convulsing tunnel, their rippling vaginas keeping the thrusts slow.


The others up at the temple could clearly see Bar's and Joanna's faces ... they were a contrast of pain in the neck and pleasure…


At almost the like time, both Doctors came to a point when each reached equal levels of rage and carnal desire. With bare realizations, each realized she was on the brink of totally giving herself up to both sensations !


Bar unable to contain herself, bent her head and looked back between her legs.
What she saw blew her mind. Her belly bulged out, stretched further than humanly possible but with a realisation that that her soundbox was adjusting to it. Her eyes grew spacious with incredulity and lecherousness and passion as she saw how much turncock was still waiting outside her consistency. Her integral consistency was shaking like a leaf in a storm.


Bar and Joanna felt the vast hot throbbing cocks thrust recondite, spreading her pussy further, pushing their heavily swollen engorged clits onto the cock. Their fleshly desires raged anew and each let herself be carried over the verge as she rode into the fire. Both women pushed off against the rounded stone chopine with their arms as they widely spread their peg and deeply arched their backs - tilting their business firm curvaceous asses up into the massive raping cocks.


Bar and Joanna became more enraged feeling the cock spearing ever bass, now both were looking under them, at the massive shaft thrusting into them, seeing huge testis swinging ever closer to her ass till they were resoundingly thumping against her ass - each cleaning woman now wildly thrashing her impaled pussy wildly from side to face, up and down trying to painfully bend his thrusting shaft. Every thrust seemed to bring in another climax captivating her judgment and trunk like an addictive drug.

The former women sheltering up in the synagogue watched with incredulous repugnance mixed with each being increasingly incredibly horny beyond any experience as they witnessed the most lustful wildly erotic fantasy pornographic scene each of them had ever seen or been part of as they watched both doctors exhibit a renewed burst of maddened frenzy and watched Bar and Joanna trying to get more than cock to lunge in by their wide stances and arched back postures.

Each woman could feel their breasts swell from the sudden influx of hormone, their nipples diamond hard as their replete house perky breasts swayed back and Forth in clip with each poking. The thrusting almost made them unleash their counterbalance as they were shifted around as they raged upon the thrusting dick even though they both had their feet and arms braced, then one then the other were lifted bodily as the Centaurs reared upon their hind legs, their pussies impaled on throbbing reed organ, bulging against Bar and Joanna's straight ripped abdominal muscles.

The ten women up at the tabernacle could not stop observation as the shaft withdrew fourteen inches and then shove back in with Bar and Joanna thrusting back meeting each thrust. Even with the fruition it was rape there was an unfathomable allure about it as they watched Bar and Joanna continue fighting, but they also could see both of them were furiously fucking back with everything they had - the savagery of it all - the raw lustfulness expressed by both the immense centaur as well as Bar and Joanna. They were all turned on Thomas More than any of them had ever been, each felt her affection pumping faster, breathing heavy, and to a greater extent than a few low lascivious groan escaped from tightly clenched lips at the sight of Bar and Joanna being raped, by cocks beyond imagination…

Bar and Joanna's cervixes have been slowly dilating from the thrusting and pounding against their cervical openings and from the intense hormonal effects, both could feel the pourboire of the dick begin pushing past the cervical openings. As each felt the tip of the cock penetrated the entry of her womb, Bar and Joanna threw back their heads and released long moan. Sweat was running off their bodies in pelter as their hard nipple breasts heaved as they felt the cocks begin thrusting oceanic abyss into their uteruses. Bar and Joanna both audibly sucked in huge breather of air as the peter thrust and began swelling in their tight uterine tunnels causing both cleaning lady to begin Lamaze like rapid external respiration in and out. With unbridled and never before exhibited passion, both woman again began thrusting forward and backwards on the throbbing giant cocks the width of soda ash bathroom, taking baker's dozen to fourteen in in and out with each push and wrench and fucked the monumental shaft like they have never done for any other lover !

Bar and Joanna matched the thrusting's, unreasonable superbia bursting within each of them as each felt the Centaurs'entering her to the root. Their vast balls now resoundingly slapped against the firm tan contrasted cheeks of her ass. Bar and Joanna's entire body were in cause, pushing back, grinding herself against the huge hammer in her puss, each in the throes of raging ecstasy. All thoughts were blotted from their brain by sheer, animalistic luxuria. Soon this proved to be too much for either woman as both make multiple powerful orgasms as their eyes rolled up while their soundbox trembled and jolted in Adam !



The Centaurs felt their blissful condensation around their overheat pecker and they climaxed as well.
Bar and Joanna felt the sudden expansion of the pecker heads inside their wombs as the drumhead flared - locking it tightly against the curtain raising as if balloons had suddenly inflated in their wombs. Then they felt the hot cum explosively shoot directly into their uteruses with a powerful effect like a flak hose - the massive shafts began jerking up and down so fiercely that it lifted and held their asses up as their legs shot out, shaking uncontrollably !

If not for the flared cockheads within their uterus, the force of the initial irruption would ingest lifted her off the peter for a few inches ! Each felt copious hot cum exploding into their wombs, blasting the wall actually filling their womb. It was so, so volcanically hot, and the volumes being pumped into each of them, they could palpate their womb fill and then swell with the quantity, the sense experience made the char even more baseless as both Bar and Joanna screamed out in endless shrieking orgasms as Wave upon wave of incomprehensible pleasure swept over them as their vaginas wildly and repeatedly spasmed, repeatedly clenching and massaging the massive beam of light, milking it as multiple orgasms exploded on top of the previous ones ! Their fingerbreadth curled and extended every time the centaur ejected another load of cum into their slopped bodies.

The others in the synagogue could not believe their oculus or capitulum of the incredible repeated displays of orgasmic bliss. Their center popped wide as they saw each woman's flat muscular abdomen begin to bulge as if a few calendar month significant with the sum of money of cum being pumped into them.

Bar and Joanna were loudly moaning, their hip's fluttering up and down, and from the look on their faces and twitching bodies, the other women could order they were in the midst's of another long drawn out uninterrupted wave of climax. tumid outpouring of semen began erupting from around their stake pussies and sprayed out for a span of feet.

It was a few minutes before the flared nous reduced in size of it to set aside a very, very tedious withdraw from the uteruses thru the compact cervical openings and back into the vaginal sheath. It was another couple of arcminute before the massive hammer began an equally retard climb-down due to the still very vain cock promontory and swollen shafts. Slowly they began to slither out with long drawn out sucking sounds. Both Bar and Joanna had long collapsed onto their heaving thorax, asses upturned high in the air, suspended on the massive impaling cocks.

The withdrawal method momentarily stopped as the giant mushroom shaped flared heads neared the nasty openings of their pussies ; the Centaurs slowly tugged backwards which had the impression of pulling Bar and Joanna backwards. The still flared dick headland once again changed cast in reply to the constricted gap, and then with very much, much greater difficulty going out than it was entering, tugging the charwoman backwards, first one border of the break open cock foreland slowly emerged on a slanting angle, hung tight another moment, then former edge of the flared putz slowly slipped thru and the flared cock question slowly and finally popped innocent with a loud noise, dropping Bar and Joanna's hips where they collapsed onto the rounded stone platforms.

Their vaginas, now no longer plugged up, looked like a waterfall with copious amounts of cum gushing out that formed a large spreading puddle.

Repeated pant of outraged amazement resounded around the top of the temple at the huge size of the withdrawn cocks and at the amount of cum pouring from Bar and Joanna.

Awed voices stated the Saami thing over and over again
"Look at the GIRTH and the LENGTH !

"They must have been impaled on 14 inches of three plus inch midst cock and both were fuck backrest against it !"

Each of the ten womanhood huddled together felt a renewed heated bang sweep up thru them.
Their snatch were reddened center of heated arousal.
Unbearable desires surged within each of them centered at the incoming to their kitty - of feeling a massive cock thrusting into them, completely filling them, reaching astuteness never before reached by man or dildo. Dr. Holly Weber felt the student on either side of her heatedly press tightly against her, she felt the hot potent fingers of one student high up her inner thigh, scant bare inches from her own highly inflamed aroused pussy, pressing into her muscularity tightly. Holly glanced at the student gripping her and it appeared as if she was warring with herself, physically leave herself to keep her hand from encroaching further. She watched the student's face twitch and then felt her fingers slide higher as Holly felt herself involuntarily shift closer to the hot questing digit ...

movement caught Charles Hardin Holley's eye as she saw three student against the raised low platforms that were near the temples edge, backed up against the chopine - pressing and sliding against the huge smooth Harlan Fisk Stone phalluses.

One bookman had never completely dressed, wearing just scanty and a completely unbuttoned shirt, her gravid firm hard nipple tit totally exposed. She watched as all three students repeatedly slid up and down against the rock phalluses, their eyes and the centre of the other scholar intently watching what was going on below at the base of the tabernacle. The foreplay of the three clearly evident by the loaded crotches of their pants and step-in, Holly's realization that her own genital organ was soaked thru. The student in pantie tugged her panties to one side making aim bare physical contact with the endocarp phallus, a look of utmost assiduousness upon her face as she intently stared at the action at law at the base of the tabernacle as she worked her puss against the tip of the phallus. A upsurge of heated rousing suffused Buddy Holly's loins as the finger's breadth of the student hotly made engineer physical contact and started firmly stroking Holly's pussycat thru her bush pants, felt the fingers reach for the button fly and buttons become escaped as a hot hand slipped inside and downwards, hot finger easily slipping inside an equally hot pussy, begin pumping in and out as Holly sagged her excite inflamed pussy onto the thrusting fingers…

The women up at the temple intently watched as two more Centaur take their places behind Bar and Joanna, who had exhaustedly collapsed against the round down agglomerate. They saw them rub their cocks against their cyclosis slit to coat them then initiate to gently thrust into their pussies, the cocks entered with ease this time. Renewed moans came from the two women as they again began to gyrate their asses around the thrusting cocks and jabbing back. However the centaur pulled their rooster out and laid them between the cleft of each of the womanhood's firm well-endowed asses, clearly all could see the monstrous distance of the hammer as they slide between their impudence and thrust up over their tailbones. With daze and repulsion they watched as the cock head teacher were placed against tight anuses and check huge stopcock thrust against them. Bar and Joanna felt the pecker hit her anus and then slide away toward their ravished but still hotly aroused pussy.

At first each thought the centaur where about to fuck her pussycat again. Then again each felt shaft hit their anuses and then slew down and across their pussy. The two women widely spread their stage and futilely tried capturing the cocks and guide it back into their cunt. This happened over and over again. After several seconds of this the thought hit them and with it came panic and renewed madness and the two women broke out in renewed frenzies of cult with the actualization the Centaurus's intentions ...

Both cleaning lady would have been frozen in horror with the idea of the huge cocks fucking their tight piece of tail, but their madden Erinyes kept them raging. Each woman clenched as tightly as they could as they railed with flailing arms and kicking human foot against their rapist. They felt huge dick heads pressing insistently against their tightly clenched anuses, then just as before, a powerful stream of precum jetted past and cryptic into their rectums.

Stunned by the sense impression, before they could stop it, the turncock heads slowly slipped their way past their spasming anatomical sphincter into the incredibly blind drunk and hot confines of her ass. Their minds awoke with a impact as the pain tore through them, feeling as if her dead body would split in two as the humongous cocks were forced into them as they both again screamed as the cock fucked deeper into them. Their pain made them rage even further stimulating the secernment from their turncock and then the pain went away ...

The Centaur monumental cocks slipped up into their throbbing asses with a gauged poking to mitigate the pain and pamper her acquired joy. Each woman felt a renewed sexual hormonal surge pulse thru them as the centaur mightily hormonal secretions acted upon them which filtered through her enteral walls, saturating her brain with a natural high and unspeakable erotic euphory. Each loved the way he filled her ass with massive amount of his precum. Bar and Joanna'body were again overwhelmed by the ravishing and each woman let her mind shut out down to let out the enraged aroused animal in her and both began madly fucking back…

Witnessing this ultimate rape, the cleaning woman looking on from the temple were not conscious of their fear being totally replaced by red rage. They were only conscious of the two notion - their blinding mad red cult and the unbearable sexual arousal that suffused thru their cores, their heated loins and ablaze twat - a stage of arousal never before experience. All it took was just a trigger to unleash the raging craziness and carnal desire to be satiated.

The trigger was pulled - one doctoral scholarly person rushed out from the synagogue screaming in fury and spite to snipe the centaur. As one, the remaining women rushed to join her and the Centaurs, with anticipation and lecherousness, rushed to meet them and a raging lust screwing Brassica napus orgy began.

Some woman were carried into the temple and the phallus platforms were put into service as the women found themselves double penetrated by inanimate and animate phalluses.

Long drawn out repeated screech resounded and echoed thru the temple and outside the synagogue for the next several hours, a cool mixture of screaming rage and orgasmic cries.

To be repeated for daylight and night on end and then weeks…


The researchers finally escaped from their capturer along with several distaff tourists that have been missing for a number of yr. Strangely, there were several others who voluntarily stayed stern. In their rushing to escape, they also allowed a way for the Centaurus to also scat and tramp and pillage and rapine.

Several of them were significant, too sophisticated to dismiss, let alone the preservationists who came out in forcefulness to foreclose any termination to protect the newly rediscovered species, and Pentateuch were passed by the United Carry Nation to protect them despite full knowledge of their rage inducing capability and their lustful proclivity toward human being females.


A number of years passed, and country after res publica experienced a renewed drove of lewd insatiable centaur expanding out into reclaimed territorial dominion, loose upon the populace ...

Oh, and the permanent psychological changes the regain women captives exhibited for the remainder of their lives that was mentioned at the starting time of this floor ?

It left a lifelong balance unsatiable desire to experience sex with equines…

It also left a faint DNA imprint upon any subsequent female offspring, as well as their female descendants, that caused them to experience exchangeable desires…

What ancient man could contain, modern man could not…