Baan The War Chieftain

"Madam, are you alright?"

You are unable to speak, your body is trembling and still strung up to the underbelly of the centaur you'd been impaled upon.

"Help her down."

The centaur commanded one of the foals.

"Yes war chieftain Baan."

The young boy centaur spoke softly. He was half of the height of the majestic one that you were tied to. But he seemed young. Very young. Maybe ten or eleven at most as he untied you from the war chief. Your cum bloated body hit the ground unceremoniously and you groan sorely, pussy gaping with the copious amounts of thick seed oozing back out from your stretched out folds slowly. You flinch as a large hoof stomps down beside your head and the wet appendage that had just been inside of you, drags wetly across your butt crack, up over your lower back.

The silent indication was clear. You were owned by this male, and he would make sure to have his way with you whenever he pleased. Once he left, you try your best to curl up your aching body and breathe out heavily into your folded arms, relishing in the little bit of heat provided as you exhale.

"I'll clean you up m'lady...."

The young centaur said meekly, getting to work on filling a pail with water. Once he returned, you flinched away once or twice before letting his small hands wash and scrub at your body with a bar of soap. The coolness of the water felt quite pleasant against your skin, and you shivered as the bucket was poured over you, rinsing away the seed and soil of the centaur brute.

"What's your name?"

You finally get up the courage to ask the young boy. He smiles shyly and meets your eyes bashfully.

"My lady, my name is Kuzim..."