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Check out the part two story accompaniment below
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[section=(Kinktober) The Armory II]
"P-p...puH..PLEASE...s-stop, STOP! A-AREN'T YOU FUCKERS LISTENING TO ME?!" After a few short moments filled with Roxy's increasingly frantic protests, the jackals had equipped the snow-white horse with her new, shiny golden attire. Well, most of it...her boots had been replaced with knightly hoof-greaves, only rounded prongs stabbed uncomfortably into her soles within. Her thick, thighs and legs were clad in tight legplating, and a crotchplate was fastened and ratcheted tightly to her groin. Just behind the outer plating, were a pair of massive, unbearable chrome plugs, her snatch filled to the brim with a barbed jackal cock of metal, and her tail-hole spread wide by a bitch-breaking rounded butt-plug, spreading her fat equine cheeks wide. Said buttcheeks were clasped in similar armor, shaped to contain her bountiful rear, and her braided tail was balled up and contained in a bronze tail-sleeve with a plump bulb at the end. Her arms and torso were fit and armored, golden gauntlets adorning her bandage-stitched fists, a bronze spear stuffed into the right's unmoving grip. The Lady's fat tits hung freely through the opening in the breastplate, breasts adorned with bronze pasties. The inner lining of said pasties were littered with prickling, stinging spikes, a firmer pair pinching around her sensitive nipples within. Roxy's midsection faired no better, constricted by a bolt winched, two-sizes too small underbust corset, fashioned akin to the rest of the gilded armor, that crushed her lungs into a gasping mess. A sturdy looking, armored and elegant neck-corset decorated her already stiffened neck, reducing Roxy's head-turning to nigh zero. And Roxy's head was undoubtedly a mess of the pristine condition it arrived in. Sweat had only continued to build up in her frantic struggling and cursing, her perfect raven hair frazzled, her eyes slightly rosy with stress. A single attempt at jerking or struggling made the unbearable jackal-plug shift uncomfortable against her inner walls, and her gut budged from the bucking due to the unforgiving, boar-sized plug in her backend. "I-I cannot..T-TAKE...t-this, G-GET these s-stupid things OUT of me a-and get me OFF of this thing!!" Roxy demanded to the stoic, silent jackals. They continued to ignore her, before three stood around her front, the fourth carrying something towards Roxy. Her blue eyes flicked to the approaching jackal, and the dense, ominous item in his grasp...She shuddered in horror. It was a gilded, silver accented, jackal styled helmet, fit for a stoic and solemn protector, a mere animal bethrothed in metal to serve. Roxelana was no mere ANIMAL to serve! "W-what...is that...don't you dare, don't you BLOODY dare..! Get that ...a-away from me! R-RNNGGH!" Roxy grunted and jerked, trying desperately to tilt or turn her snout and head away, flex her hands, budge her thighs, anything! All she managed was a faint, chrome-toned creak, before she gasped, the jackal already having turned the eyeless Egyptian helmet of metal's inner face to her. Within, a gargantuan, shiny bronze horsecock awaited, veined and studded as the chrome, flared and massive tip loomed closer to Roxy's quivering, plump lips. "W-waiIum, NnmuM, N-NONONO, Please, w-we can talk, I-I have money, PLEASE, t-tell me what you wa-A-AUUUOO-OOUUGGNHMK!" Roxelana blubbered in a panic, trying to keep her lips closed as the brutish strength of the jackal merely pushed past her struggling jaw-joints. Her lips were spread over that flared silver tip, and the obscene girth of the helmet's inner gag grinded past her teeth, digging deep and down into her throat. "A--AAOOU-MMGGMM-MMMGGMMGGGGK-GGNNNMM,N-NNNMMM,W-WWMM-GGMMMHHMGLKK!!" Roxy let out a guttural, croaking moan as the monstrous metal horsecock burrowed deep into her gullet. Finally, as the jackal helmet was pressed over her head, ears and hair, she felt her teeth fall into a set of grooves at the base of the horsecock. She felt them submerged in something viscous, dense, and as the helmet was fully wrapped over her head, her ears confined in their stiff, rigid sleeves twitched to the sound of wrenching ratcheting and snapping bolts, the helmet being drawn tighter, tighter, tighter and tighter around her skull. "W-WWMMBB-NN-NNNMM-GGMMBBK-GGMBBL-GGK....MMMBBGK....MMMGGGMMM!!" Roxy screamed, feeling her jaw forced to clamp down around the base of the horsecock, her cheeks bulging against the harsh muzzle of the helmet. Her hair was drawn out of the helmet in a ponytail, solemnly still as the Lady of Tamerlane Solutions couldn't budge or turn her now armored head an inch! Her eyes were wide, wrack with unfamiliar fear within the darkness of her helmet, as the jackals finally turned and left, filing back into their sarcophaguses. "H-HMM...HHMMGBBM..!! HHMMMBBMM-GGMMMKK!! LMMMMMGGI MMMMNNNGGK!! MMMMMGGMMMK!!" Roxy's wailing, guttural protests only produced a mere, soft echo from within her corset-clad, armored neck, bulging beneath the horrible pressure of the horsecock and plating. The foot prongs, the nipple spikes, the obscene, uncomfortable size of the plugs, it was all so horrible, foreign, agonizing, UNBEARABLE. Roxelana couldn't take it, she WOULD not take it! A Lady of her stature was unfit for such a demeaning fate, as her struggling continued on as the torch-light flickered towards finality. A constant, subtle clinking and metallic shuddering would fill the room of the armory, and if any other tomb-raiders came across it, would be chilled by the sight of a row of loyal and stalwart protectors, armored and at service to their eternal tomb and resting place... [/section]