To your horror

She walked into the camp, and though you hear activity all around you the hood still blinds you to it all. Despite that, the massive cock throbbing in your ass and the humiliation that people can see you like this rips one more painful and exhausting orgasm out of you.

“Wow, even now you are still cumming. You really are a perfect butt slut, aren’t you boy? Well... maybe you won’t mind so much then if I did brand you. I’d rather not get in trouble or lose my rep after all...”

You’d heard about the magical **** brands before, even seeing a few in action at your village. The large S brand would be burned onto a body, and depending where would have various effects. If it was on the forehead, the **** would lose the ability to think for themselves, and could only follow their masters direct orders. On a limb, and the master could mentally bind them however they wished. You had also heard rumors of brands on throats, on backs, even on asses or genitals, though you didn’t know what effects those had.

You suddenly come too as your binds are all I clipped at once, and she dumps you on the ground beneath her and off her massive cock. Your ass throbs, pumping a days worth of Futa centaur cum out gushing everywhere. You try to get up on all fours, but are too worn out to even manage that... until the sizzling sound sends a bolt of fear through you.