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I worked for her father. I was his stable boy. That I was a grown man
meant nothing. A stable boy is a stable boy. That's all.

She'd been away at University when I started on with her father. I'd
heard stories of her beauty. But stories were cheap. I heard stories
all the time. It was impossible to squat in the woods without hearing
a story.

No. Fools told stories. Greater fools listened. 

No stories for me, please. I could manage my own foolishness quite
nicely, thank you.

////

The day came when she walked into my stable. I knew she was home from
University. The estate had been all-atwitter. O joy! O joy! Servants
and all. Please. Will she do your chores? I asked. Will she raise your
wages? Then I jump for joy. Not before. I told them plain. I didn't
mince about.

Then it happened.

I felt her rays shine through me. I didn't see her or hear her enter.
My eyes turned to her and I fell on my knees. I bowed my head in awe.
My eyes were useless. They served no purpose. I was blind--- yet her
beauty burned through me.

She was not human. Not of this earth. That I knew. Her mother died in
childbirth--- impregnated by the rays of the midnight sun. That is
what happened. Sunbathing naked in the strong light. A mystic ray
entered her being and gave fruit to her seed. Nine months later... the
Goddess before me. Yes. That much was clear.

She approached me. She touched her riding crop under my chin and bade
me, "Rise."

Sooner would she beat me to pieces if I had my way. Rise? Me? Stand in
her presence? No. Sheer blasphemy. Better I should lie face-down in
the soiled bedding of farm animals and beg her pardon for polluting
her sight with this sorry excuse for a man.

Her spirit parched my soul. Every false and vile thing within me
became scorched as ashes. Strike this empty husk to dust. I do not
deserve to walk the same earth as one so lovely. Use my ash to pot a
flower to your grace. Such a thing would be just--- if I stood worthy
of her favor. No. My debris would rot a cabbage patch.

I cringed in shame and fell forward. Still. Prostrate.

"If you lay there long enough I'll mount your pathetic self and ride
you into the ground." She uttered, once again blessing me with the
sound of her voice.

I lay still.

"Very well then." She walked over to where I lay and straddled me.

I felt the perfect orbs of her ass warm the back of my head with the
soft firmness of her divinity. Sinking my face deeper into the
straw-covered loam of the stable floor. My nose deep in the still-warm
muck of decaying animal matter.

Bliss! My mind soared at such use. What greater task could I serve?
What greater triumph could I know? Fools! Do you see? I --- lowly ME
--- became a shield to save the ass of Her Highness from all earthly
filth and woe. Let me die now, please, in this happy state of grace.

"I must have my ride." She said. Yes. Please. By all means ride. 

And ride she did.

She ground the goodness of her rump on me. Such goodness! Through the
soft cloth of her breeches she rubbed her button on the back of my
neck as her crotch twirled clockwise. Soon her scented natured dripped
damp through the French Terry riding tights. Soon her wetness blessed
my skin as she slid round about my skull with naked abandon. Lashing
my ass with her crop. Shrieking loudly in a language all her own.

Long she rode and hard she lashed. I cried tears of contentment that I
could service her needs.

Each burning ass-whack purged the bitter grief of my rudeness. That I
ever held her in less than the highest esteem pained me. Each time she
sliced the air with her furor she relieved me. That I had never met
her is no excuse. I was ignorant. What of it? Should ignorance spare
me the lash? No.

I dropped my drawers for bare-ass access. She struck my cheeks with
renewed vigor. Fresh from her first series of orgasms she proceeded
with glee to the next.

My loins left a puddle under me. Such was the bliss. I soon fainted.

The blonde Goddess revived me after having her satisfaction. A round
dollop of horse liniment did the trick. She was too kind. The
electrified embers of my raw ass would keep the memory of our shared
ride current in my mind for hours to come. I wept. Do you see? She was
truly divine.

As she reached down and grabbed a swatch of my hair, yanking my face
out of the muck, she told me, "Tomorrow I expect you to be ready to
ride at dawn. I'll be bare-back and you'll be face-up."

She dropped me into the dung once more as I dreamed of the day to
come, twitching with bliss.

O joy! What contentment! 


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