Days pass

A week passes as you make the stable your house of sexual gratification.

The blonde, having never actually finished introducing herself, now begrudgingly acknowledges and responds to the name “Butt-fuck,” while the redhead formerly known as Gobnait follows your every command under the name “Gobknobbler.” Lacking creativity, you use both as their names suggest. Whenever your cock isn’t being forcefully shoved into the deepest part of Gobnait’s throat, it’s finding a home in Deedra’s rectum. Your cock spends most of its existence lodged tightly in both women, both when you are asleep and awake.

In the mornings breakfast is brought to you by Deedra, and you eat it at the table as Gobnait kneels between your legs and works hard to drink your cum. Afternoons are spent by a fireplace, where you like to stay warm while you pin Deedra’s legs behind her head. Sometimes you **** your cock so far into her tight asshole you feel like it will come out of her mouth. She finds herself on all fours frequently, being swept up in your arms randomly and roughly propped in the best positions around the building. Her god-like physique allows for truly legendary ass-stretching butt fucks.

Despite the women’s clear disdain for your personality and otherwise exhausting use of their bodies, over the week the two appear to bizarrely grow in their cock-lust. Much to their surprise, they seem to have a kink for what they can’t stand. Neither are as wet as when you **** them, which you do gleefully, as if possessed.

The taller Gobnait follows you around, eyes begging for anything in her throat, only wanting the placement of your cock in her mouth. Sometimes you add to her humiliation, placing your half flaccid cock into her throat and pissing. Her eyes roll back in her head in pleasure as you unload yourself. A mouth previously virgin, it is now a wet hole completely yours. She takes everything and loves it.

During the week your friend Able Master is let out of his cell and patrols around the building, eating the tufts of green grass that grow between the bricks extending from the lower part of the great wall. Your friend seems content just being a horse as the wet slapping and moaning sounds emanate from the house. Wildlife buzzes around the stable, creating a peacefulness that makes the giant wall seem like a guardian.

You take every opportunity to tell them this is their purpose, to milk your cock to your fulfillment, and that nothing else matters. They shamefully agree to it, loving and hating every moment.