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His shackles were tight and he was popping and dodging to beat the band - and Megg was getting angrier by the minute. The Scullery Maid cautiously opened Thor's stall door - even the best stallions could be a handful - and slid into the stall. Thor was obviously pleased to see her, in his dim way, and was humming away as he did when he was particularly happy or comfortable. Of course amateur his tongue has been cropped at birth, and his early training had eliminated any possibility of coherent speech (it was hotly argued among the Milk Maid sisterhood whether even the brightest of these male animals had real "thoughts", and the Scullery Maid came down firmly on the side of "Maybe".) If slavemen had ever had any capability of normal thought, most Milk Maids agreed it had been long bred out of them in the thousands of years that the land of Elysia had recorded history. Thor was a head taller than the Scullery Maid, but he obviously was aware of her dominance in the stall, keeping his distance as he bowed his head and stood calmly waiting for his tacking up and grooming. She followed traditional practice and slipped a halter with a choke collar over his head (he ducked right into it as he almost always did) and ran the slack out until he was safely secured to a pulley attached Brunette to the ceiling of the stall, with just enough slack to allow him to keep his feet on the floor. She did it remembering that another Milk Maid had neglected this elementary precaution a few weeks previously with a mean-eyed stallion named Diablo, and she was due to get out of the Infirmary "sometime soon". Thor, thou', was as good as gold, holding out one hand at a time for the cross-ties that extended from the walls to a strap buckled around each wrist, securing his arms stretched up and out. The Scullery Maid said, "Don't go anywhere," a little joke to herself she amused herself with most days at this point, and went out of the stall and down the passageway to the sink and pulled a bucket of hot water. Grabbing a bar of soap and a sponge and brush, she happily carried them back to Thor's stall. She never tired of the small details of the Milk Maid's job... she thought, unlike some, that the stallions deserved good care in return for the precious product they were there to produce. Back in the stall, the Scullery Maid put the bucket down and proceeded to bathe and groom Thor with gentle care. She lathered him up and used her bare hands to wash him everywhere. Aware that today's production was the last before the end of the cycle, and thus the last chance to cement her lead in the Production Prize race for this year, she was excited to see his little dangling cock begin to swell and grow as she washed his bum and dangling balls, and it positively hardened and stood up as she rubbed the soap onto the shaft and skinned back his foreskin to get the "tricky parts" as clean as the rest. Thor was not as dramatically endowed as, say, Prince was at rest, but once pornstar excited he had a respectable six-inch penis that stood out straight and hard... She released his now-squeaky-clean penis and proceeded to shave his balls and belly and the upper part of his legs - not a necessary part of grooming but one that the Scullery Maid thought was a nice touch, and one that had made her proud the last time the Royal Alchemists came through the stables on one of their inspection tours. The old crone (who was obviously a Very Important Woman by the way all the other scientists deferred to her) had nodded in approval as she roughly flipped Thor's penis and balls up and down and ran her hands over his smooth belly. "Come to think of it," the Scullery Maid said, half to the unwitting Thor and half to herself, "The Powers That Be have been paying special attention to you, old stud." She had been told to take special care with sterile procedures and to make sure that his production, once measured, went into a special batch that was whisked off to the Alchemists Tower immediately. "I don't think your production is going into the "Baby Batter" with the rest, reality Thor," she said, referring to the normal destination of the stallions' efforts, which was to supply the necessary chromosomes for the careful genetic manipulation that resulted in each new generation of Elysian women. This procedure used the useful parts of the male genome for the in/vitro fertilization that allowed the scientists to produce each female baby without contaminating those perfect offspring with the traits that were preserved in the male children, useful blowjob only for fieldwork, and other simple undemanding tasks they could be trained for. Not worrying about what she couldn't control, she put the mystery of Thor's popularity with the Alchemists out of her mind, and proceeded with Thor's grooming, rinsing and drying him, and giving his long mane a good brushing. It was reddish tinted and curly, and was pleasant to touch and run her hands through, when it was clean and untangled. His craggy, unsymmetrical face had developed an animal charm that kept it from putting her off as it had when she first saw him, and his gentle and compliant nature was an added bonus. All through these routine procedures, she often let her hands stray to the stallion's belly, thighs and genitals, watching carefully as her ministrations caused a quick reaction, hardening his penis and tightening his ball sack without really causing him any other visible excitement. She enjoyed the skill with which she could control his involuntary responses, and knew the reason she was leading the Production Prize list was more due to her careful and knowledgeable treatment of her stallion than any real biological advantage he might have been born with... Before she unhooked Thor's cross-ties, she buckled a cuff around each of his ankles and connected them with a short chain that effectively limited his ability to walk quickly or run. She released his hands from the cross-ties one at a time and put his wrists in similar cuffs behind his back. said a different part of me, The Holy Mother demands punishment for this sin! I quickly got on the bed on my hands and knees as he climbed up and mounted me. I loved the feel as his cock’s friction again enlarging my vaginal walls. "SHOW 'EM WHAT JAKE DID," she reaches into his lap encouraging him to stand up. There's hope for you yet.” I asked, but he would give no further details. "Alright then I guess its settled, I agree to be amateur your photographer and you will be my model. Ryan wanted to stay behind me so pornstar that he could watch the back of my skirt blowing up as we peddled. I was able to get most of the briefing information I needed to work the room and targeted students but no one mentioned the critical item that our usual Sangria wine punch in the library was generously spiked with pure lab alcohol. "Please come back, come back any time." She was too short for me to slip into her sweetness, but I was able to taste her skin with my fingertips. To this day I don't know if she knew that father had fucked me before than or if she thought that was my first Brunette time. There was reality no traffic and she was making good blowjob progress. “Ride him!” Garnet gasped. “Relax, I’m just kidding, but that’s definitely going to make things difficult. Beatrice asked loudly, making their father look up from what he was doing at his children.