Mare's Tales - Chapter 22 – by: Beverly Taff

Dot had swiftly cleared most of the evidence of the centaurs but the
specially adapted furniture could not be hidden. It was too heavy for
one girl to move. As we sat in the drawing room I could see Bill
studying the strange furniture and trying to fathom out the functions
of the assorted pieces without arm rests and unusually high seats.
Margaret and I studiously ignored his curiosity until he pointedly
asked what they were for. We fobbed him off with an explanation about
the furniture being especially designed to accommodate our friend's
disabilities. He had heard about my disabled friends from hearing my
parents speak of them and he inquired of their whereabouts. We lied
smoothly that they were on a disabled person's vacation and he seemed
to accept that. We thought we were out of the woods.

He spent dinner with us and we roughly outlined our work and research.
We seemed to be getting away with it and thought that he would leave
with a simple story about how some villagers were exaggerating our
research with wild tales about centaurs and other mythical animals. He
finally asked how my new babies were and offered to give them a little
present. We told him they were in the nursery and we did not wish to
disturb them but he pleaded. When this failed he tried threats.

"When did your children last see their grandparents?"

"Oh. I don't know. It's been a while, but we've been quite busy," I
shrugged, trying to fob him off.

"Well they tell me that they haven't seen them since they were born.
They are all right aren't they?"

"Of course!" I snapped, "Why shouldn't they be?"

"Well we hear so many stories about child abuse these days. And it does
seem strange that Mr and Mrs Hart haven't seen them since they were
born."

"What d'you mean by that?" demanded Margaret menacingly.

"Well you know. No father around. Two women seemingly living together,
nobody's seen the children since they were born. Shall I go on?"

"I think you've overstepped your welcome Mr Davies," I countered.
"What goes on here is no concern of yours. I think you'd better leave."

"Perhaps so but the social services might be interested and decide that
it's something to do with them."

Margaret's voice hardened.

"Are you trying to threaten us Mr Davies?"

"Well what are you trying to hide. I hear all sorts of wild rumours
about mythical beasts on an estate where children are known to live.
I'm not allowed to see the children when I visit. I know there were
some things hushed up when the children were born. What am I expected
to conclude?"

I could see where he was leading so I thought I would cut him short.

"All right then. If you won't believe us then I'll show you the
children. Follow me."

I stalked off angrily down the hall and up the grand staircase. I
surmised that if he saw exactly what sort of surroundings the children
lived in then he could hardly write anything derogatory about us.
Little did I know the gutter press?

We arrived in the nursery wing and I quietly opened the door. Nicholas
was fast asleep and I gently stroked his cheek. The reporter looked at
him; a picture of idyllic childhood, a little boy asleep in his bed
without a care in the world. We then went into Christine's room and she
was awake. She smiled sleepily and stretched out her arms.

"Mummy," she bleated as I took her in my arms.

She blinked sleepily over my shoulder at the strange person and I
turned to face him.

"Are you satisfied now you've woken her?" I hissed angrily.

"Who's that baby there?" he demanded pointing at Pauline, who shared
Christine's bedroom and slept by the other window.

"That's my daughter Pauline," answered Margaret who had followed us
up.

"Oh I see; and is it normal for two strange girls to sleep together?"
he sneered.

"Right!" I growled. "That's enough. It's simply a friend's sleepover.
You've seen the children and you've made disgusting insinuations about
us. I've had just about enough. Get out!"

He reached into his camera case and I thought he was going to take a
photograph. I smashed the case from his hands and the contents spilled
over the floor, cameras, film, lenses and a small bag of toys, which
split and scattered as it hit the floor.

The crash woke Pauline whilst Christine squirmed in my arms to survey
the mess. Her eyes lit up instantly as she recognised some centaurs
amongst the various mythological animals.

"Ooooh Mummy, centaurs!" she gurgled happily.

Her innocence had betrayed us. Before we could stop her. Saying
anymore, the reported plunged in like a rapier.

"What are centaurs Christine?" he asked slyly.

I placed my hand over Christine's mouth and ordered him to leave. He
bent down to recover his things and Christine let out a wail as she
reached for the beloved centaurs. The reporter held one up to tease her
and Margaret made a snatch for it as he waved it under Christine's
clutching pink paws.

"I want centaurs!" screamed the child as I struggled to get a proper
hold and replace my hand over her mouth. It was no use and she squealed
again.

"I want Jenny and Vee, I want Jacky, where's Cye?"she cried and kicked
as she reached for the handful of tantalising toys.

The toys were coloured light brown and black but Cynthia's deep
chestnut colour was missing. The reporter stood his ground as he
continued teasing my child.

"You can have these toys if you tell me who Jenny, Jacky and Vee are."

Margaret and I tried to shove him out of the nursery but he was too
strong for the both of us. Christine finally let the cat fully out of
the bag as I struggled with the reporter.

"Downstairs," she wailed as her mother was being pushed backwards.
"Don't hit mummy. I'll tell them. They're down stairs. I'll tell Jenny.
She'll kick you."

Christine collected the fallen centaurs and studied them again as she
wailed.

"Where's Cye? I want Cye."

Cynthia was Christine's favourite. She carried her bareback as they
often trotted around the park. She would reach behind and grip the
child as she carefully bounced along whilst Nicholas accompanied her on
Jacky. For the children the rides were delightful experiences. The
centaurs had softly rounded withers because of the womanly adipose
posterior tissue under their velvety coats. It was like sitting on a
well-upholstered chair. The centaurs absolutely refused to wear saddles
or bridles. The memories of 'harnesses' and Miss lanes academy were too
painful.

"Who is Cye?" demanded Bill.

"The red one," screamed Christine as she scrabbled through the
toys in search of her favourite centaur.

"The red what?" persisted Bill.

"The red Centaur," repeated Christine as she searched hopefully under
the bed.

Margaret and I went pale as he gloated victoriously and turned once
again to us.

"Right, let's start again. What's all this about centaurs?"

"It's nothing to do with you. Mind your own bloody business," I
screamed, exhausted with my efforts to drive him out of the nursery.

"We haven't broken any laws. So to hell with your threats," cursed
Margaret.

"That remains to be seen and for the authorities to decide," he
laughed.

"Anyway, I'm not going to leave until I've seen what's is really going
on here. I'm not about to believe some cock and bull story about
centaurs unless I've seen some hard evidence. I will report it to the
police though, unless you come clean."

"And if we 'came clean' as you put it. You'd still go to the police."

"No."

"Then what?" chorused Margaret and I.

"I'd sell it to the press. The highest bidder."

"Which is exactly the same as going to the police," accused Margaret.

"Uh No- it."

His voice died uncertainly as he realised the truth of Margaret's
accusation.

"Exactly," I sneered, "Anything for a buck. The gutter press."

"Well what would you do?" he smirked.

Margaret and I sagged as all resistance drained from us. I tucked
Christine back into her bed and snatched the toys from Bills evil
grasp. Christine clutched them to her and gurgled their names. The poor
little mite, in all innocence, had betrayed our researches to this
disgusting gutter-reporter.

We plodded dejectedly down the stairs to the drawing room, where we
flopped down and tackled him.

"So how much do you think you know?"

"Not a lot," he shrugged, "There are some rumours going around in the
village that some of the children claim to have seen centaurs in the
grounds when they have sneaked over the walls to gather conquers."

"Bloody little trespassers," I snapped.

"Happens so," he continued, "but that's for you to deal with at law.
I'm only interested in this centaur angle. Now what's the story?"

I looked long and hard at Margaret. She wagged her head. There still
might be a chance to cover up if we were careful and ruthless. We
needed more muscle and the only muscle available belonged to the
centaurs. Margaret gave me a long look and slid her eyes sideways. She
would rustle up help whilst I delayed him. She stood up and spoke.

"I'll get some tea organised whilst you explain Bev."

I nodded and pretended to relax as I started to talk.

"Scientifically, we have probably advanced genetic engineering and
micro surgery by fifty years," I started.

"I don't follow but go on," he prompted as I captured his interest.

"No. I don't suppose a prurient idiot like you would."

My insult fell on deaf ears. He was used to abuse, verbal or physical.

"You wouldn't understand a word of what I have to say. It's the
sensationalist angle you want."

"That's what sells," he sneered.

I started to explain what we were doing in long medical boring language
as I played for time. I had no idea what Margaret had planned. As I
droned on, his interest waned and he soon stopped writing.

"All this might be interesting to a doctor or something but it's not
what I want."

"Well it's what you're going to get. Sell it to a scientific journal."

He stood up impatiently.

"Very well then. If you're not going to co-operate, I might as well go
to the police."

"By which time we'll be long gone and there'll be no evidence," I
added.

He sat down again and chewed thoughtfully on his pencil. I was
beginning to wonder what Margaret was up to. There was a sudden
commotion in the corridor and the drawing room doors burst open as the
girls exploded into the room. They had been quietly waiting in the
library in case of some emergency and Margaret had discussed some plans
with them. The upshot was that four centaurs plunged wildly into the
drawing room and surrounded him.

The look of stunned disbelief on his face changed to one of wild panic
as he realised that he was now under serious threat. The centaurs each
sat on their specially designed seats and glared menacingly at him as
his attitude changed from one of victorious overbearance to cowering
incomprehension.

Silence reigned for a full minute as his brain tried to accept what his
eyes were seeing. All the time, Veronica, Jenny, Cynthia and Jacqueline
simply stared menacingly and silently at him. Margaret and Dot quietly
closed and locked the doors and windows to prevent him from bolting.

This action unnerved him and he stared at me imploringly as though
seeking some sort of support. I simply maintained the sullen silence
that the centaurs had instigated, mainly because I wasn't sure of their
plan.

Jenny then stood up and sidled menacingly towards him. She gave me a
meaningful questioning glance that was obviously meant entirely for his
benefit. His knuckles tensed and I seriously believed he was in fear of
his life.

The only knowledge he had of centaurs was garnished from Greek
mythology. There, centaurs had been deemed the sworn enemies of man.
I could imagine his mind dwelling upon the famous portrayal of 'The
Rape of the Sabine Women' where the men had been exterminated by the
centaurs and the women carried off. It was obvious that he thought he
was going to be slaughtered like a Sabine soldier.

He edged nervously towards me along the settee so I deliberately
distanced my self by changing seats. He stared beseechingly at me as
his demeanour became more and more agitated and frightened. Finally his
nerve broke and he squealed at me in panic.

"For God's sake what are they going to do?"

His voice almost disappeared into an inaudible treble as he jumped up
and tried to get me between him and the centaurs. Cynthia casually
placed herself between him and the doors whilst Jacky blocked his
escape via the windows. Veronica then placed herself as though
protecting me so the centaurs now had him hopelessly cornered.

He let out a wail of terror and threw himself at my feet. Veronica
caught my eye and lashed out with her foreleg. Her hoof stopped just
short of his face. If it had connected, it would have crushed his
skull. His eyes glazed with shock and a dark stain spread down the
front of his trousers. He had wet himself with fear and I laughed
contemptuously at him. He peered up through his shiny tear stained eyes
and babbled.

"What are they going to do? What are they? Where've they come from?
Are they dangerous? Are they human?"

"Why?" I scorned, "Do you think they're human?"

He scanned nervously around the room trying to avoid the centaur's eyes
then he faced me again and whispered.

"Can they understand us? Can they talk?"

"Questions! Questions," I snapped, "Just a few seconds ago, you were
all orders and threats. What are your plans now?" I demanded flatly.

"I- I- nothing. What are they going to do?"

"You'd better ask them. It would be only courteous don't you think."

"Whaa-at! Y-y-you mean they can taa-lk," he almost shrieked.

The centaurs continued to stare angrily. The ball was firmly in my
court and it was up to me to decide what to do. I dropped the pretence.
Now we had him in our control, we could all decide what to do. It was
obvious to all of us that our circumstances would become common
knowledge if he got out and reported about us. A plan was forming in my
mind. It was the best option I could think of. I motioned to the
centaurs to detain him whilst I conferred with Margaret. After some
urgent discussions in the corridor we returned and I took control as I
introduced our uninvited guest to my friends.

I am sorry to have to introduce you all to a certain Mr William Davies.
He was a onetime worker on my father's estates but now he is a reporter
of questionable repute who has abused his previous acquaintance with me
to invade our lives. I can't apologise for his disgusting behaviour.
There's no excuse for it. His only motivation is greed."

I turned to address him as I introduced my friends.

"I would like to introduce Doctor Margaret James, surgeon. She can
talk," I added sarcastically. "Next, Doctor Cynthia Hobart, Ph.D., and
Bachelor of Veterinary Science, Doctor Jacqueline Thomas, Ph.D., and
bioengineer, Doctor Jennifer Stepp, Ph.D., in pure mathematics and
finally Doctor Veronica Tyler, LL.D., Lawyer. Let me assure you Mr
Davies, they can all talk perfectly. I might be so humble to include
myself, Doctor Beverly Hart, M.D. and Micro surgeon."

I bowed facetiously as I continued.

"It was our combined efforts that brought us here. Do you have any
questions?"

There was another silence. He gaped stupidly at us as he tried to get
his mind around the facts so I continued condescendingly.

"They would most certainly consider themselves to be human and their
birth certificates certainly state them to be so. Rest assured that
their birth certificates are legal even if they are no longer totally
accurate. But that is hardly for a lawyer or doctor to decide. They
wouldn't even know where to start. Finally, I can assure you that if
you intend them no harm then they won't harm you.

They are all extremely intelligent people to whom violence and
aggression is abhorrent. Now. I will repeat myself once more, as you
seem unable to grasp simple facts. Do you have any questions?"

He slowly stood up and stared at my friends. After some thoughtful
moments he warily approached them. They had now gathered by the table
and casually awaited his inspection. The door clicked and he spun
around as though expecting more trouble. It was Dot with a tea trolley
loaded with cakes and biscuits. She approached the table casually as
though nothing was out of the ordinary and this gave the reporter some
confidence. As we helped Dot transfer the food to the table Bill
carefully crept amongst us studying the centaur's anatomies, eyes
widening with wonder as he drank in their sensuous human torsos
attached to the splendid equine bodies.

His eyes boggled when he discovered the anomaly of Jenny. He tried to
study her body closer but recoiled when he discovered the obvious
incongruence of her soft feminine human breasts and the huge bulge
under her leotard. As he hovered uncertainly Jenny turned to speak.

"I don't bite you know."

Her woman's voice took him completely by surprise and he spilt his hot
coffee as he jerked backwards.

"Ah. I- I'm sorry. It's just that- well- I- you- you're."

He trailed off lamely, afraid to say anything as a pregnant silence
hung in the room. The pause became too painful for him and he stuttered
again.

"It- it's just that you seem to be a- uhhm- you seem to have uhhm-.
Is that a penis under there?" he gabbled.

"It is and what of it?" demanded Jenny as she loomed an inch or so
above him.

He backed away nervously again.

"W- well- you- you seem to be a- a woman. Y- you've got a woman's uhhm-
body. If you'll pardon my uhhm- f- familiarity."

"Yes I am a woman stupid. Didn't you here Miss Beverly introduce me as
Miss Jennifer?"

"Y- y- yes," he stammered again, "but you've got a penis."

"And?" demanded Jenny.

"I- I- don't know. W- what d'you mean by 'and'?" he replied.

"I simply asked and. As in 'and what else have I got'." she explained.

"Heck I don't know. What else have you got?" he squealed nervously.

Jenny sighed and smiled condescendingly as she motioned Jacky to come
over.

"Jacky, please show this poor idiot what else I've got. He seems to be
remarkably thick."

Jacky smiled and proceeded to peel back the upper part of Jenny's
unitard. Underneath, she wore a pretty white body shaper and Bill's
eyes stood out on stalks as Jacky continued peeling the unitard back
and down over Jenny's forelegs. Jenny stepped nimbly forward and Jacky
finally removed the unitard completely. Jenny stood proudly in her
virginal white body shaper while Jacky started undoing the bra straps.
She then unsnapped the front poppers and started peeling the body
shaper slowly off Jenny's body. Her soft ripe breasts wobbled free as
they were released then her slender rounded torso revealed its
delights. Bill stared in shock as Jenny's secrets were slowly exposed.

Jacky continued peeling the body shaper back. I had rarely seen such a
provocative routine and it was obvious that Bill was becoming
progressively more agitated and shocked. He gasped as Jenny's pussy was
finally revealed.

"Bloody hell!" he squealed with frightened surprise. "You've got a
woman's cunt."

"I should hope so little boy," scorned Jenny, "or how else could I
enjoy being screwed?"

She sidestepped towards him as Jacky continued peeling the body shaper
down her flanks to reveal her massively erect penis. Jenny stepped
lightly out of the body shaper and her huge penis strutted menacingly
as she pranced towards him.

He fell backwards over the settee and straight into my lap. I gently
pinioned his arms as all the girls took their cues and started to
strip. Within a minute they were all crowding around him displaying
their bodies. He whimpered nervously and turned to me.

"What are they going to do?"

"What d' you want them to do?" I shrugged.

I had little inkling of the girl's plans but I felt that my part should
be a small one. I thought it best that he should dig his own grave.

The girls stood around naked and I saw a distinct bulge developing
under his stained trousers as he gaped at the beautiful human torsos.
It was obvious that their breasts and human pussies were having the
desired effect. They just kept facing him menacingly yet provocatively
as I spoke again.

"Well? What d' you want them to do?"

He stared for a full minute trying to collect his thoughts. I caught
Jenny's eye and she smiled maliciously. I caught her drift and spoke
again.

"I think Jenny quite fancies you."

He stared at Jenny trying not to gape at her delicious breasts and
cunny as she sidled towards him. It was obvious that he was attracted
to all the girls' human parts. He licked his lips and bit his lower lip
as he twitched nervously beside me on the settee.

"What are you afraid of little boy?" cooed Jenny.

"Eh- n- nothing. You're gorgeous. How would we uhhm- d- do it?"

"Oh that's quite simple," cackled Jenny. "You simply bend over and I'll
shaft you up the bum."

Bill let out a scream of fright and cringed into the settee. His face
turned pale as he desperately tried to jam his threatened anus into the
corner of the settee. His knuckles were rimmed white as he frantically
gripped the arms of the settee in the best defensive posture he could
find. The thought of Jenny's massive stallion's cock ripping his rectum
to shreds caused him to feint with sheer terror.

He came to again whilst we were still laughing hysterically. His hands
crept to his bum and a crimson wave of relief spread across his face.
It turned to anger as he realised the trick we'd played. In his
defenceless state however, there was no way he could exercise his
egotistical whim and avenge the affront to his masculinity. He simply
had to swallow his pride and accept the joke we'd played.

Eventually a smile spread across his face and he brightened up again.
He realised there was no serious threat from us but alternatively he
was now captive and no longer had power to dominate. Within a few
minutes he was mixing with the centaurs and trying to investigate their
exciting anatomies.

Inevitably his excitement got the better of his manners and his
wandering hands went too far. As his fingers tried to surreptitiously
investigate Vee's rear pussy, she sidled away and whispered in his ear.

"If you try that again little boy, I'll kick your bloody legs to
splinters. It takes a real prick to do that end any justice kid and
you're certainly not man enough."

His hands fell away as if they had been burned and he sheepishly
returned to my side. I studied his dejected gaze and smiled.

"Not all it's cracked up to be is it?"

He shrugged despondently.

"It's weird. They really are delectable ladies but they don't want a
man near them. What are they, 'lipstick lesbians' or something?"

"I think you are just being too arrogant and selfish. Their feelings
are none of your concern. If they don't want to go with you then that
is their privilege. It's also their choice. There's no chance for a man
to force his unwelcome attentions on a centaur. I can assure you that
each of my friends enjoys a cock at the right time and in the right
place."

He looked at me and I immediately recognised the old familiar
expression. He was trying to decide if I was interested.
It was the usual 'slab of meat' appraisal. Tiresome at first to any woman, then
annoying if a man pushes his luck further. I knew what was coming next.

"I think you're the most attractive though."

"Oh do you?" I simpered, "Why's that?"

"Well," he replied glancing at the centaurs, "just look at them. You
couldn't go out on a date with one could you? Where would you take
them, what restaurant would accept them?"

"So you'd just want to sleep with one would you?"

His expression changed as a furtive flash of testosterone driven hope,
sprang eternal.

"I'd rather sleep with you," he offered experimentally.

"Oh I think you'd rather not," I chuckled.

"Why?" he queried with a smile.

I stood up and raised my skirt hem. Then I lowered my panties and
pulled my huge penis out of its niche in my cunny. All he saw was a
huge cock unfold from my panties and he shrank back with shock onto the
settee.

"My God Beverly! That's not possible. I know for a fact that you're a
woman. I saw you carrying your babies back home. Hell! I even felt them
kicking inside you when I met you walking in the grounds. I've even
seen you breast-feeding them for God's sake! You can't possibly be a
man."

I turned around, lifted my skirt again and 'presented' to him. My pussy
lips peeped shyly from between my thighs and caught his expression of
absolute shock as I squinted obliquely in the mirror across the drawing
room. I saw him gape questioningly at Margaret then finally speak.

"Hell! Is there anybody normal here?"

Margaret simply smiled non-committedly and turned away to let him make
his own wild speculations about her condition. Of all the 'women' in
the room, only Dot and Margaret could be considered 'normal' and that
was a simplistic physical consideration. With so many surprising
anatomies around him, he groaned and collapsed again on the settee.
Then he finally passed out little realising that Dot and Margaret had
drugged his coffee.

We carried him upstairs where we stripped and washed him before placing
him on the big bed. He didn't have a bad body and Cynthia sighed as she
laid him down.

"Mmmm, I could do with some of that," she giggled.

"Be our guest," I offered, "but don't take it all. There might be
others who want some as well."

She carefully massaged his limp penis and he started coming around. Dot
had set up a secret video camera and hidden it behind the curtains in
anticipation of the fun. Cye finally got his cock nice and hard as his
fuzzy brain slowly regained consciousness. Gently she lowered her
delightful human torso onto Bill's body and let her soft breasts brush
against his lips. He let out a soft moan and blinked. He was still
a little disorientated and in the dim light had failed to recognise
that Cye was one of the centaurs. His rigid cock responded to her
attentions and she soon had him nice and stiff inside her. By the time
he had realised she was one of the centaurs he was too far-gone to
care.

He let out a sad squeak of protest but failed dismally to extricate
himself as his desperate organ controlled his pathetic will. Cye
continued working her magic and she soon had him and herself close to
orgasm. With a loud groan he climaxed as Cye let out a shrill squeal.
She added an incriminating whinny of lustful pleasure for the cameras
benefit than reared up like a wild mustang. This was all captured on
Dot's camera, as Bill lay blissfully unaware with his naked penis
standing stiff and glisteningly erect. He sat up and shook his head as
Dot discreetly slipped back behind the curtain.

"My God!" he gulped. "What happened?"

"You just screwed a poor innocent little centaur, you randy beast."
Grinned Cye.

"Oh hell!" he groaned. "What the hell have I done?"

"Well if you don't know by now dear. You'll never know," giggled Jacky.

She gently slid her forelegs onto the bed and carefully caressed his
shoulders. He gave a little shudder of nervous anticipation and then
couldn't resist touching her naked breasts. She gave a little squeak as
his fingers tweaked her nipples.

"Eeek! Naughty, naughty. You shouldn't be doing things like that to a
poor innocent centaur," she giggled.

Her delicious torso had already begun to have the desired effect, as
Jacky well knew it would. His penis was already hardening again. He
sighed as she carefully manoeuvred her pussy over his excited penis
again and then she gently sank upon it. He let out a deep grunt of
resignation as she slowly started to gyrate her 'hips'. As his eyes
closed again and he started to enjoy his lustful fantasies I motioned
to Jenny who quickly got the message. She crept from behind the curtain
and silently 'mounted' Jacky's rump.

Jacky let out a lustful sigh as Jenny's rigid cock sank deep into her
pony cunt and commenced slowly pistoning back and forth. Dot collected
all this on the camera as Bill blissfully screwed away with his eyes
closed.

Jacky eventually started to respond to the combined attentions of both
cocks and her noises caused Bill to open his eyes. He blinked with
surprise as he noticed the additional lights and the video camera
busily recording the whole scene. With a squeal of surprise he tried to
wriggle free but Jacky's forelegs had him in the strong grip that I had
come to know so well. I knew that Bill would be as helpless as a fly in
a preying mantis's jaw. I emerged from behind the curtains and gently
tapped him on the shoulders. He was now panicking as he noticed Jenny
busily pumping away and the camera slowly scanning the whole event.

An expression of utter defeat crossed his face as he realised that we
now had him 'bang to rights'.

"You might as well sit back and enjoy it," I whispered, "These two
are," I finished as I hugged my friend's girths.

With a look of resignation he stopped struggling and fell back,
defeated by our trap. Jenny and Jacky continued to hump away until they
had satisfied themselves and then they dismounted. Bill finally sat up
as Dot completed videoing and scuttled off with Margaret to produce
copies in the labs. I helped the centaurs dress before finally turning
to the still naked Bill.

"Right!" I announced threateningly, "If you try and spread any
malicious rubbish to those rags you deal with, that video tape and some
extraordinary photographs will be made available to the whole press."

"You bastards!" he swore, "I'll get even with you for this you cunts."

"Happens you will," added Vee as she joined us, "but we'll be long gone
by then and all our knowledge with us. Now. You are totally implicated
by the pictures we've taken, so you may as well stay and enjoy the
night. I can assure you that by the time that you are able to do or
report anything about us, we will be long gone with all the evidence.
You will come to no harm provided you do exactly as you're told. O.K.?"

Bill shrugged his shoulders and lay back naked on the bed. As he
grasped the full implication of Veronica's words a weak smile came to
his face as he anticipated the night ahead. Margaret returned from the
labs and suddenly produced a hypodermic syringe as she spoke to Bill.

"This will help you through the night. Your cock will stay hard for up
to eight hours after this but you'll be sorry for it later."

Before Bill had a chance to realise what was happening, we had seized
him and held him down. Margaret plunged the needle into his lower
stomach and slowly injected the liquid deep into his loins. He stared
mesmerised for several seconds before Margaret spoke again.

"You had better go and evacuate your bladder now. It will be very
difficult to pee once you become stiff."

Bill gaped at her anxiously before scampering off to the loo with a
look of rising panic and gripping his cock. There we heard him grunting
as the urine splashed irregularly from his hardening organ. He gave a
little squeak as the last drops splashed noisily into the pan then he
let out a long gasp as he returned. We all smiled with lustful
anticipation as we studied the rigid erection waving from his crotch.

"Eight hours you say Margaret?" I asked.

"Thereabouts. It's a new drug I developed. We had to test it some time
so now's as good as any."

I licked my lips and became a little heady with excitement. I had never
had a 'proper' penis in my cunny and I wondered exactly what it felt
like. My cunt lips started to become moist as I twitched with
anticipation. My knickers were still downstairs after I had presented
to Bill in the drawing room so I simply lifted my skirt again and
presented my naked bum again.

"Now what d'you think of this Bill?"

His hand reached out and gently fingered my pussy lips. I almost leapt
through the window as his soft caresses skillfully tickled the virginal
folds of my vulva. I gasped as he gently pinched my lips and guided me
towards the bed and gently pushed me onto it. My skirt rode up over my
shoulders and I gave a muffled sigh as he slowly pushed me forward onto
the bed. I finished on my hands and knees in a most undignified
position with my skirt covering my head and shoulders as his busy
knowing fingers tested my hopelessly sensitive vulva.

I started to squeak and twitch with delight as the growing promise
started to pulse through my loins.

His other hand reached through my thighs and under my tummy where he
found my swollen rigid organ. He pinched then flicked it violently and
I let out a little yelp of pained surprise as my cock withered and
shrank. My cock's rigidity behaved like a barometer of my sexuality.
When it was hard I felt strong and protective towards my partner but
now it had been reduced to a soft little stalk I felt weak and
vulnerable. I gave a little whimper of delight as his rigid organ
nudged against my dripping lips. And he leaned over to whisper in my
ear.

"I don't want anything to do with him in front. D' you understand."

"Mmmm!" I murmured under the muffled folds of my skirt as I wriggled my
frustrated cunny against the splendid erection growing from his crotch.

He removed it and I shuffled backwards in an undignified manner as my
cunny searched for its rightful fulfilment. There was a sharp smack on
my tender bum and I lurched forward with surprise only to find my
freedom blocked by somebody sitting on the hem of my skirt. I was
trapped on the bed. I couldn't go forward because of the weight on my
skirt and I couldn't go backwards because my skirt belt prevented me
from pulling out of my skirt against his weight. Neither could I see
what was happening.

I paused nervously with my naked derriere and dripping pussy waving
vulnerable in the air. Suddenly I felt the familiar cock again as it
explored my anxious pussy and I started to gasp and whimper with
pleasure. A strong pair of arms hooked over my hips as his knuckles
rested on the bed. I was now pinned down and ready for a good 'seeing
to'. Slowly the rod started to enter my hungry sex and I wriggled and
squirmed with urgent pleasure as the veined shaft ploughed slowly home.

Suddenly I felt the stiff fingers of a tickler and I gave a desperate
grunt of delight as the rippling tentacles of rubber flicked and probed
against my super sensitive labia. He whispered in my ear.

"Oh yes Beverly. This part of you, I could use all night. It's
delicious; and these as well," he added as he rooted under my blouse to
gently squeeze my breasts.

I almost sagged and collapsed as my breasts felt the firm-rotating
caress of his fingertips and I let out a long sigh of pleasure. Despite
my babies being toddlers now I was still giving them the occasional
feed of mothers milk and he suddenly tasted my warm sweet milk on his
fingertips.

"Mmm. That's nice Bev. I'll take some more of that later."

I squirmed as his fingers tweaked my tits and I suddenly felt two pairs
of lips attach themselves to my fountains of delight. In the dark with
my skirt over my head I had no way of knowing who they were but the
gentle sucking and caressing caused my nipples to harden and spurt
their richness into the greedy appreciative mouths.

I heard Bill chuckle as he felt two other strangers on the bed beside
us. It seemed to excite him and his thrusts became more forceful. The
added titillation caused my dam to finally burst and I let out a wail
rapture as my orgasm crashed through my squirming body. The waves of
ecstasy pulsed up through my womb and pounded at the very core of my
consciousness as my hips thrust and rolled in uncontrolled delight.
Each pound of my hips sent a pulse of pleasure through my body and my
breasts spurted a sweet jet of milk into the happy mouths still
attached to my nipples.

I finally let out a grunt of exhaustion as my climax thudded into my
brain and sent little lights flashing like fireflies into the dark
recesses of my advancing unconsciousness. With no more ado, I passed
out and knew no more about the proceedings.

As I lay unconscious, the two mouths gently emptied my breasts of any
excess while Bill's cock was gently extracted from the pulsing grip of
my pussy. Margaret heard me whimper with frustration in the depths of
my sleep so she replaced Bill's cock with a dildo and gently pushed it
home to satisfy my unconscious craving. As a satisfied smile crossed my
lips she gently placed a duvet over me and took Bill away for her own
purposes. I knew no more until the following morning.

The following morning we started our preparations for escape. I heard
squeals of agony coming from one of the bedrooms and I looked
questioningly at Margaret.

"Don't worry. It's only Bill recovering from last night. His cock will
probably be sore for several months and he won't be able to get an
erection for several years. It's a side effect of the drug."

"That's a bit cruel isn't it?" I accused.

"No not really. He thoroughly enjoyed himself last night after you
passed out. Just think of it as his punishment for invading our
privacy. He won't be able to screw another woman for about four or five
years. That'll teach him. He won't be able to walk properly for a few
days either."

She smirked victoriously and resumed packing but I was not happy. I
resolved to tell him before we left. For the present though we worked
like mad things as we struggled to remove all the evidence of our
researches.

We loaded two large motor homes with our essential equipment and then
ordered a third huge articulated truck to load all our scientific
material. It was three whole days before we completed our work.
Throughout the packing we left Bill in a secure room in the labs. He
was in no fit state to move anywhere because the pain his cock
precluded any movement or walking. He simply sat or lay down between
meals as his organ throbbed continuously. I took him his meals and
settled his mind as we prepared to leave.

"We'll be gone tomorrow. You are going to be securely locked in your
apartment. There is a time lock on the door and you won't be able to
get out for about a week. It'll be that long anyway before you can
walk. Oh, and just to let you know. The pain in your cock will last
about a month and you won't be able to get an erection for about five
years. The drug Margaret gave you has affected the nerve endings and
vascular parts of your dick. Think of that as a punishment for invading
our lives. Perhaps you'll be a little more circumspect next time you
try to ruin somebody's life for your own selfish gain.

When you get out, there'll be no phone, no paper no evidence and no
transport. You'll have to walk to the nearest public phone box and
that's six miles to the nearest village. That won't be very comfortable
in your condition and you might have to wait a little longer. It's a
new drug and we cannot be certain of the exact time. We've also
destroyed all the evidence you took with your camera so you'll have a
hard job convincing anybody that we ever existed. Finally, we are
leaving food enough for about a month so if you cannot move properly
for that period you will not starve. That is if you're frugal and
careful. A little starvation might do you some good. You'll have
plenty of time to reflect. You'll notice that there are no windows in
this room so you can't see our preparations; goodbye."

He tried to lurch forward as I moved to the door but the sudden pain in
his groin and cock caused him to collapse on the floor. He cursed with
anger as I smiled down at his prostrate form and gently held the door.
My slow casual movements served only to emphasise his helplessness as
he watched me lock the door and set the time switch.

Even if Bill had been able to watch our preparations it would not have
helped his cause. He would have no idea where we were going or what we
were doing. We had been quietly preparing for just such an event as
this and laid down careful plans long ago. We had secretly purchased a
foreign island well off the beaten track, which we could use as a
bolthole in just such an event as this. The plan was to drive there in
carefully planned stages.

Dot possessed a Heavy Goods Truck Licence and we had purchased all the
vehicles outright. She was to drive the truck by a different route
whilst Margaret and I drove the mobile homes. The centaurs were hidden
in special compartments in the mobile homes to quietly hide as we
crossed on the ferries. This was the only risky part of our escape.

After we had finally stripped our old home clean of all evidence, we
were ready for the road. I visited Bill one last time in the strong
room and advised him of our departure.

"You wont get away with this," he cursed.

"We don't need to 'get away with it' for very long Bill, "I conceded.
"Once we've solved all our problems we will be going public. Then it
won't matter will it?"

"Damn you!" he cursed.

"Bye-bye. Enjoy the next few years without the use of your cock."

I slammed the little spy hole shut and ignored his shouting and
bargaining. Slime-balls like Bill could never be relied upon to keep
their word. To his sort, the fast buck was always the easiest to turn
and they wouldn't hesitate to print some sensationalist garbage about
our researches. My last act was to leave his empty cameras just outside
his cell door and without a single qualm I left.

Our new world awaited us.