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Life with the Pod

Chapter One

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Lugia Seagull

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"Maja, are you ready?"

The young bottlenose dolphin bobbed her beak decisively, her tail keeping her floating in roughly the same place above the coral, resplendent with colour as the warm water caressed her grey skin. Her blowhole closed, ensuring that she did not accidentally take in water, having perfect control of her breathing whether she was at the surface or below the skin.

"Yes, father," she chattered, weaving back and forth to cover her nerves with a flicker of movement. "I'm ready. I'm ready to go."

"You won't forget us now, will you?" Her mother, Morganna darted up alongside Caspian, her movements sharp and jittery as if she was trying to avoid an eel. "It's such a big change for you... We don't know if we'll ever see you again. The orcas live so differently to us."

Pressing their sides up to each other, her father and mother quaked quietly, but not for fear for her, but wishing she would stay. It was a done deal, however, and the dolphin chosen out of the pod of over one hundred cetaceans had been her, a young dolphin just over the cusp of maturity and adulthood. Although her young life had not been anything special, she had learned the ways of dolphin-hood and it was time for her to play her part for the pod, taking on the honour of being a tribute to the orcas to seal the agreement between them.

As the orca pod approached, the one that had challenged them time and time again for the rights to the best hunting grounds, Maja squeaked anxiously, nerves coming through in a flurry of bubbles. There was little part for her to play, however, as the much larger cetaceans conversed with her parents and the dolphins designated as leaders of their pod, although their structure was more fluid in such a large pod with the main concern being on where they were to feed and what young were in the pod at the time.

The orcas cast their eyes over her and Maja shivered under their gaze, staying in place the best she could although she wanted to scoot away, hide behind someone larger and more intimidating than her. But she needed to be strong, for herself and her tribe. Maja bobbed on the undertow, drifting up and down as brightly coloured fish, ones that they didn't prey on, flitted by. They had nothing to fear from either the dolphins or the orcas as they were not prey and Maja had to remember that she too was not prey to the orcas.

Her mother brushed up alongside her, tail flicking as smooth skin tickled hers.

"I trust you will learn much about life with the orca pod," Morganna murmured, flicking her tail against her daughter's. "Take what you can from life and bring it all forward as you grow."

"Mother," Maja grumbled, twisting away from her. "You sound like one of the elders. I will be fine there. We're all very safe now and you know that, or else I would not be going."

"Come!"

The pod leader gaped his massive jaws, the dark spot that played as a false eye drawing Maja's attention. She wanted to stare at it and not the spot where his calm, calculating eye actually was.

"We must depart! There are fresh hunting grounds to be reached today and the pod must feed!"

"Do you hear that, Maja?" Her father nudged her side, ushering her on as the orcas turned as one pod to depart. "You'll feed soon. You'll learn so much with the orcas. We're very proud to see you going on to do so much."

But that was the last Maja heard from them as the alpha female of the pod, a blocky-headed cow orca swept around the dolphin and beat her tail, creating a current of water that buffeted her away from the pod and the home she'd known. She had to follow the call, flicking her tail to shoot through the water, though she had to take one look back at the pod that had been her home, bodies weaving between one another like water through fronds of kelp.

"Come! We will not slow our pace for you, little dolphin!"

And, with one last look at her parents and the friends she'd known for her young life, Maja powered up to the surface for one quick breath of air and sped after the orcas, following their black tails as they drove through the water. Each pulse of their tails seemed to expend much less energy than one of hers and she fought to keep up, working harder than really seemed necessary to power herself through the water.

"So... Hey..." She chattered and clicked, scooting up alongside a younger bull who looked a little friendlier than the leader with the hard eye. "Where are we going? Where are these new hunting grounds they said about? Are there good fish there?"

The orca rumbled and laughed, though there didn't seem to be any humour in the sound.

"Foolish one... There are no new hunting grounds, only what your pod has conceded to us."

Maja baulked.

"What? Then where are we going?"

He deigned to reply and powered on, ignoring the smaller cetacean as the pull of the ocean and the pod tugged him ahead of her. Shaking off the cool chill of unease, Maja tucked herself back into the belly of the pod, thick bodies surrounding her on all sides. It made her feel safer, at least a little, but not as safe as she would have felt with the pod of more than a hundred dolphins.

The day had not grown old before the orcas regrouped, far enough away from the dolphin pod to not infringe on the territory of their new allies while they inspected their new pod member, the lowest member they had. Maja shrank back, waves crashing on the rocks above her head as they backed her into a cove, the young bulls circling and dipping around her as if to inspect. There was something predatory in how they looked her over, swimming too close for comfort and in such a familiar manner that she had to reel and jerk away from them, beak clacking as their jaws gaped and wove back and forth back and forth.

"What's going on?" Maja chattered, backed up with nowhere to go, pumping her tail to keep herself away from the rocks. "What are you all doing?"

"Oh, little dolphin," the lead female, Lisabet, said, her voice like the crash of a storm on a wreck, seasoned and gravelly. "Did you really think your life here as a tribute would be something so divine? You are no goddess of the sea and now you live with those who rule it."

"What?" Maja trembled. "No, that's not true! You made a deal with the pod! You're just trying to scare me!"

She turned to the lead bull - Haneti! That was the name! - who had negotiated the deal, shocked to find a sickly smile teasing at his jaws rather than the genial one that she'd expected.

"Oh, you are very right to be scared... Your pod has made a grave mistake."

"Well," Lisabet corrected him. "Not for themselves, but for you."

She glanced at the young bulls of the pod, circling and waiting, though not so patiently.

"You may proceed, young ones." Lisabet's teeth clacked together sharply, an unholy set of teeth in a maw designed to catch mammals, rend and tear flesh and blubber away from bone. "Try not to damage her too quickly, however. My mate and I would like to try this one before she is broken."

Maja gasped, a flurry of bubbles bursting from her blowhole, but it was too late. One of the younger bulls - she didn't know his name and she would not until she was far better, horribly so, acquainted with him - darted out with speed and agility that shocked her. Before she could react, he had her cornered, the other laughing and clicking cruelly as they tracked her with bursts of echolocation.

"You're a fine one," he clicked, pinning her back to the rocks, scraping up her smooth side. "But you're not going to be so fine when we're good and done with you."

The dolphin tried to duck away, but there was nowhere for her to go that was not blocked by more orcas, their black and white bodies looming ominously.

And then she saw it. A slender length that swiftly grew as it pushed from the orca's belly slit, a part of a cetacean that she barely had paid attention to in the past. It grew and grew, a faint pink in colour, but not a shade that she'd ever seen before, and Maja reeled from it in horror.

She'd seen that before on the young males of her pod, chasing the females as they taunted them, although they did not have the standing or strength in their bodies or the pod to use what nature had blessed them with. The females had a more discreet slit with nothing to push out of, but what made a male male could not be mistaken regardless of which cetacean it was pushing from, whether dolphin or orca.

"What are you doing?" She shrieked. "This is a joke, this is vile! You can't do this to me - stop them!"

She appealed to Haneti, the bull, and his mate, but the leaders of the pod only shook their heads at her in mock sadness. There was no sincerity in their eyes, however, and the younger bulls laughed cruelly as she tried to dodge the bobbing shaft, the orca closing in with single-minded intent.

"There's no escape for you, little dolphin," Lisabet rumbled. "You should have known this. This is what you're intended to do as tribute. Our males, after all, require their amusement and what better form to abuse than that of a mere dolphin?"

"You've got to take every last bit of it, dolphin," he said mockingly. "Or else you'll fail your pod as tribute."

Maja hesitated, eyes wide and innocent.

"This is what all tributes do? This is what I'm expected to do?"

He brushed up against her and, when his cock brushed up against her belly, she did not flinch away.

"Yes, it is, foolish little dolphin. Are you going to disgrace your pod and have us send you back in shame?"

Whimpering, the bottlenose dolphin wove back and forth and shook her beak sadly, heart leaping and hammering.

"No..."

"Then it is settled. Prepare yourself!"

But there was nothing that Maja could do to prepare her virgin body as the orca rumbled against her, their bellies pressed together.

"You're too small."

He said it as if he was a personal affront that she was smaller than him and, trembling, Maja shook her head sadly, trying to wriggle and put herself into a better position for him. He drove her against the sand, powerful swipes of his fluke beating her back as the tapered tip of his shaft sought her entrance. But, when it finally caught, the thrust he gave was beyond anything that the poor maiden dolphin could have expected.

The bull clicked and rammed in, deflowering the dolphin who had expected so much as tribute. Squeaking and writhing like an eel, Maja tried to pull away, realising her mistake far, far too late - it hurt! It hurt so very much! - but he only had to block her with a flipper to keep her in place. Air expelled from his blowhole in a burst of bubbles, but it was just for show, the orca rocking as he thrust and ground into her, forcing more and more of his cock into her.

"You'll... Unnnff..." He groaned. "You'll like her. She's so tight..."

And Maja supposed she was. Her body was not designed to take an orca's cock and yet there she was anyway, her virginity ripped brutally from her with a bull orca driving into her, determined to sink into her tight slit to the hilt.

She'd thought it was an honour to be a tribute... The dolphin squeaked and clicked sadly, worming herself down on his cock the best she could, though it was a half-hearted attempt at best. It was what she was meant to do, was it not? They'd said that this was what her pod expected of her and it would be a dishonour, a disgrace, if she failed them. And she couldn't go back to the pod, have the treaty broken and her, a broken wreck of a dolphin on the fringes of the pod, not truly part of the ones that had raised her and yet unable to leave for fear of starvation and death by more dangerous predators all on her own.

But the orcas were her pod. Beak parting, Maja bobbed her head as the bull orca chuckled cruelly, his laugh not like the joyous squeals the dolphins made when they were having fun with one another. No, his mirth was far more sadistic than anything she'd ever heard before as he forced increment after increment of his large shaft into her. Each bit was wider than the last, although she had nothing against which she could have compared its size, only to say that he may as well have been splitting her open from the inside out.

"What are you doing to her?"

Through a haze of pain, the stretch too great for her little body to take without clacking and squeaking manically, Maja watched the largest orca bull of the pod pull up sharply in front of the alphas, poised up front and centre to enjoy her debasement. Lisabet seemed to eye him coolly; it was hard for the dolphin to focus in the throes of so much as the younger bull grunted and rounded his spine, forcing his cock even deeper into her.

"Too tight! Should have had you fuck something smaller first."

"And we're only going to get larger," another of the young ones taunted, flitting up alongside him as if the waves buffeting him were nothing at all, nothing that could shift his thick bulk. "All different cocks, every day, all day long. And night too. We don't have too much to do besides travel and eat and there is plenty to feed on here."

Maja shuddered, groaning through a burst of clicks as the orca drove her brutally down into the sand, finally sealing the very last, thickest part of his shaft in her very much no longer virgin slit.

"Cuarto, you should keep yourself out of this."

Haneti's voice rolled over her like the tide, crashing, ever-present and unforgiving in its reach. But she couldn't focus on him even as the large bull seemed to argue vehemently with the alphas, weaving his blocky head from side to side as they threatened him with the same. No, her attention was swiftly reclaimed, no matter what was going on around her, but the cock grinding and thrusting into her strained, bleeding slit, the orca finally allowing her respite from the gritty barrier of the sand, cool seawater caressing her skin as he lifted her higher for the approval of the pod, their little breeding dolphin.

She didn't even know his name.

"Tight..."

Was that all he could say? A wicked part of Maja clung on to the thought. Maybe the orcas weren't as resplendent and wonderful as she'd thought if their customs were so barbaric. Maybe dolphins were the better species, after all: they would never use another cetacean for such crude pleasure, much less against their will.

But she would prove herself their equal, for the sake of their body. Clenching her beak down so hard that her jaw ached all the way back into her skull, the little dolphin, tried to arch her back, but found her spine all but locked in place, though whether it was from horror or the lack of capability in her body, Maja could not say.

With all the strength and orca could possess, the bull pumped and fucked her, cock working brutally towards one goal and one goal alone. Bubbles burst manically from his blowhole as if he was having trouble restraining himself or was, at least, coming close to his limit. Maja, on the other hand, had not been allowed breath as yet and squeaked helplessly as her lungs tightened, that urge within her wanting to open her blowhole and swim to the surface, take a deep lungful of air untainted by anything the orcas may have done to her.

He didn't need to breathe yet, however, and snarled like a beast as he drove into her, finding a rhythm that could have been pleasurable if not for his colossal size, body unsuited to the shape of her. Maja's lungs burned and the dolphin opened and closed her beak helplessly, not permitted to breathe while he still had his lust to sate in her.

But she wasn't the only one who noticed her state, blowhole opening desperately to expel bubble in lieu of taking a breath. Her eyes bulged. If they could see how much she needed to breathe, they would let her, surely? They wouldn't just let her drown?

Pounding her roughly, the orca bull drove her through the water, gliding amongst the pod as she whimpered and tried to take her mind away from what was happening. The burning need to breathe was all-encompassing, almost enough to distract her from the pounding, driving cock, stretching her out so much that there was a lewd, disgusting bulge in her smooth belly where there should never have been one. Maja shuddered. Her little body had never been designed for such a male! Why were they treating her like that?

Her vision faded to grey, struggles growing weaker as she resigned herself to her fate. Drowned on an orca's cock, how very fitting when she'd though her young adult life was only just beginning. He groaned and thrust into her with renewed urgency, uncaring for the dolphin beneath him that so desperately needed to breathe.

One noticed her need for air, but it did no good.

"Let her breathe!"

"In a minute!" The bull grunted, powering into her. "Just...going...to..."

He never finished the utterance. The bull orca was as much prey to his body as any other male was, whether said male was a dolphin or killer whale, and groaned through his climax, a shudder running through his body down to his fluke. The other bulls, older than he, jeered and egged him on, saying how much more they could fill the little dolphin up, seeding her over and over again until her belly bloated out obscenely.

And Maja didn't doubt that they would do it. Her body did not react to the breeding bar to try to lubricate her passage for intercourse, though it was a futile attempt at best with a breeding organ so large forced into her. She didn't think she would have ever been able to feel a male's orgasm, but every hot splash of orca seed seared through her innards like a scalding jet.

Squealing, she writhed on his cock, but he was buried too deeply for her to even consider being able to dislodge him. He filled and, more and more cum pouring from him. It was harder for cetaceans to come together underwater and they were usually over-productive as a result just to get as much semen into a female as possible, but the bull orca had no trouble whatsoever in ensuring that every last drop of his cum was sealed inside her. Maja's stomach swelled and the dolphin moaned, though not from pleasure, as he dragged his length from her, a trickle of semen spilling out to dissipate into the rest of the ocean, making it just that little bit saltier.

Done with the female, at least for the moment, the youngest orca in the pod grunted in self-satisfaction and swam away, leaving her floundering and burning, lungs straining. His climax had been a distraction, but she still needed to breathe, yet could not find the energy in her body to swim up to the flickering skin of the water above.

"She's all yours, boys..."

She didn't know who she was passed to, only that another orca swam beneath her, pushing her to the surface. Gasping, she expelled the last bit of air from her blowhole, skin puckering around the edges as she desperately took in much-needed breath.

"Cuarto! Do you interfere unless you are going to show the young bulls how it's done!"

As quickly as he had arrived, her saviour in black and white, the orca slipped away from beneath her, leaving her hopelessly floundering as another swam in, single-minded intent gleaming in his dark eyes.

"You're going to feel every bit of this," he sneered, swimming around her in a tight circle so that she had no choice but to look at the growing, swelling shaft hanging beneath his belly.

She gulped, back-pedalling through the water. It was tapered to a finer point, but that was where the relief for her ended, the base of the shaft thicker and bulkier than what the first male had boasted. Reflexively, her slit tried to close up, clenching down on itself, yet there was no escape from what was inevitably going to happen.

"Please!"

Her lungs were full and the aches slipping away, but her used slit had been left in an unnatural gape, pink and sore around the edges. And that said nothing of the deep, throbbing pain inside, her body not designed to take something as large as the smallest bull orca.

Swimming closer, he mocked her, brushing a flipper along her side as if courting, but there was to be no courting while under the control of the orca pod.

"Don't worry, little dolphin, you'll grow to love this," he said, cock cruelly teasing her slit. "Or not. We really don't care either way."

And she believed him. And she believed every orca that followed him, forcing her to take their cocks as bull orcas of various sizes and ages claimed her. One blurred into the other, pain taking on a dull edge as she was filled and seeded. The strain of taking them would have made her pass out, but she forced herself back to reality and the realm of the waking, the conscious and the alive. For she had to survive and she had to bear through every shaft they crammed into her, forcing her to even run her beak up and down some of them in mock adoration. It was humiliating to the extreme, but there was something in her that held on to the knowledge that they could not fuck her forever and, truly, if they'd wanted her dead, they would have already killed her.

Though everyone knew how much orcas loved to toy with their prey.

A part of her, a small, depraved part, could not help but be amazed somehow. As an orca - she'd lost count of just how many of the bulls she'd taken - drove into her and pushed out the seed of the previous male, intent only on adding even more to it himself, she wondered just how her little body was actually able to take all the males, so much larger than what a male dolphin would have filled her with. It was wondrous, truly, just how much her sex was able to stretch and her slit managed to close up again and again as if her body was becoming used to the abuse, a tickle of pleasure licking at the back of her mind at being filled and bloated nearly to the point of comedy.

But there was no true pleasure in the act for her as she focused on survival, darting up to the surface to breathe between partners as her mind switched into a purely methodical mode. Or, at least, that was what she tried to do, thinking only of the next male and, obediently if unwillingly, presented her sore slit to each and every one of them as the youngest came back around for another go. Maja whimpered and would have pleaded for release if not for the sensation of cum oozing from her reminding her, all too clearly, just where her place was. She clamped her beak together as she held her ground, letting them push inside her like a lump of kelp in which they could relieve their needs.

And, in the moment, she was nothing more than a toy to be abused to them, a dolphin slut that could be hurt and thrown about - and they could still come back for more. Sinking deeper and deeper into herself, she forced down the threat of sobs, tail thrashing unconsciously as she groaned and clicked and twisted, striving to stay just where she was at all costs.

After all, she had to do it for her pod. It was what they expected of her...right? She had to make her pod proud.

"Look, she's getting into it!"

"She knows her place."

"Or she's learning that she's just a dolphin slut now."

Their words washed over her as another male, she wasn't sure which as they all looked alike in a blur of sexual abuse, flipped himself upside down, demonstrating excellent control of his fluke as he swam perpendicular to the sand below. The tidal lines in the soft grains beneath him guided his path as he zeroed in on the dolphin, hanging in the water on the very edge of sexual exhaustion.

"I think you can show more enthusiasm than that," he rumbled. "Come swim onto my cock, dolphin. You can do the work."

And she was so broken that her tail was moving before her mind even had a chance to catch up with his words, Maja twisting around him until her slit was about level with his cock. If she'd eyed it before when she'd not been taken and bruised and broken, she would have been fascinated, if not recoiling in shock, at least at first. Dolphins had always had something of an interest in the genitalia of the opposite - and sometimes the same - sex, curiosity bubbling up from a young age as the natural urge to breed rose, entwined with age-old instinct. But it was a side more foreboding when faced with the fact that she'd have to willingly find a way to take his shaft and, as he said, do the work for him.

Just like hunting when the males are too lazy...

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If she thought about it like that, perhaps it would not be so bad, but there was still a smooth orca shaft nuzzling up her belly as he pumped his tail gently, letting her slither on top of him as she sought the tip. Chattering anxiously, the dolphin swept her gaze over the pod, for once not completely surrounded by lustful, grinding bodies all eager to take her, to abuse her, and wondered if she could flee. Could she be quicker than the pod? Agiler than the pod?

But the thought was chased from her mind by the orca's insistent, demanding clicks a mere moment after it first appeared. Truly, she knew it was hopeless: they would catch her as easily as they snared a sea lion, scaring them from the rocks and dragging them from the shallows with a daring squirm and beaching of their massive bodies. She knew how far they'd go to snare prey and she would be no different if she met her end between their jaws.

His tip caught in her slit and she arched her back at just the right moment, her entire body curving into a gentle 'C' shape with her beak pointed towards the surface. The orca beneath her shuddered, cock already spurting - though whether it was pre-cum or his semen, she could not tell - as the motion of her body forced a little of the seed already spent inside her from her slit in a puff of murky white. It was too big for her really, her mind reeling as she tried to come to terms with the colossal size of it. The need to cry clutched at her lungs but she couldn't chance a breath while she was underwater, no matter how tight a band could have been wrapped around her midsection, invisible to all but her own, terrible, mind.

"Hurry now, dolphin. You're taking too long."

Although she'd taken male after male, it was the first time she'd been ordered to take one herself without the comparative luxury of having the orca bull thrusting into her. On the contrary, the bull floated lazily in the water, using only minute sculls of his flippers to keep himself in place. The others clustered around, jeering and mocking as she whimpered and tried to grind back on his cock, the stretch for her little body almost worse than it had been for a male thrusting into her. If it had been possible for her to sweat, Maja would have dripped in it, but she could only twist back and forth, clacking the edges of her beak together as she strove to do what the bull willed above all else.

"Nearly there, dolphin..."

Far from being encouraging, the bull mocked her, his hilt nudging up oh so very slowly to her strained slit as pain crossed Maja's face. Trapped in expression, her happy beak opened and closed slowly, a silent scream of pain and humiliation as bubbles escaped her blowhole in a stream.

She could close it. She didn't have to breathe or swim to the surface next time. Even the orcas couldn't force her to breathe. And yet she had to do it, grin her dolphin grin and bear through every ounce of shame to keep her pod happy.

It was an honour. She had to remember that. She had to remember that this was all as it was meant to be and the fact that she was there taking their cocks meant that at least it wasn't one of her friends. For Maja was no longer convinced of how much of an honour living with the orca pod would be, her young mind shattered in the hours since they had claimed her.

And the alphas... She would have been angry with them if they had not controlled her fate and if she wasn't entirely focused on the abusing her from the inside out. Although they had not bitten or bruised her in any external way, she ached all over as if she'd been swimming for days, the soreness of her slit radiating out until the pain seeped into every last fibre of her being.

Haneti surveyed her and, strangely, she felt an odd sense of needing to please him too. What if he was going to eat her then, end her life or cast her out? Squeaking, Maja hurriedly worked her body on the bull's shaft, feeling like a cock sleeve for his length with the sheer amount that was crammed into her.

"My... She is going to be a tight one when I take her," the alpha murmured, nudging Maja in the side as if to push her into a better position. "Come now, little dolphin, you can do better than that. Rock on him, like you're really in heat and need a nice, thick male in that cunt of yours."

Lisabet snickered.

"Not tight anymore though. Can imagine what a slut this one would have been for those dolphins in that pod. So many males! Did you think you'd, one day, take all of them, one by one, Maja? Did you want their dicks shoved into you? Lewd little whore."

She'd never thought of what it would be like to take a cock, even if she'd seen them on other sea mammals and known that, one day, she would breed and find a mate and have young of her own. But maybe she was a whore if they said she was one, for she sure felt like nothing more than something to be used, cum squirting from her stretched passage with every grind back onto the large, humiliating shaft.

"Little cum dumpster..." Another mocked crudely. "She'll be so full of our seed that it'll be leaking out of her for weeks. Won't be able to swim properly."

"You'll have to tie her to someone's fluke with kelp, drag her along."

"And what if she needs to breathe?"

The one who had made the suggestion smiled nastily.

"We'll let her breathe. Sometimes."

Blessedly, she was spared further comments as she turned her beak away in shame, the male beneath her grunting as his colossal girth shuddered. His shaft twitched and jerked inside her, spending his load in thick, heady spurts. The small dolphin groaned and shivered as more and more poured into her, severely bloated with cum and her stomach aching fiercely.

He slipped from her as soon as he was done, his interest on his stomach rather than the act of breeding, of mating the unwilling. Exhausted, Maja floated in the water, barely able to scoot herself back up to the surface for a breath of air, blowhole fluttering weekly. At some point, night had fallen and she had forgone even the beauty of the sunset, stars twinkling in the heavens above. None of them were watching over her before as she sank back beneath the waves to come face to face with Haneti and Lisabet, both smiling those sickeningly sadistic grins that had become all too familiar.

"Please..." She begged. "No more... I can't take any more today. Not today. Tomorrow. I will do it all again tomorrow, I'll be a good tribute, I just can't take any more today."

"Oh, little dolphin," the alpha female crooned, ducking around her. "You're not to beg. You're just to take what we give you. Or else maybe we won't give you anything at all."

"You're under our control now," one of the larger bulls with his cock hanging out, throbbing and drooling tiny spurts of pre-cum that dissipated into the surrounding water as soon as they pulsed to life. "And you should keep us happy. Our alphas won't accept anything else, so you'd best think more like the fuck-toy you are now. Your only thoughts should be of pleasing the males here, over and over again."

It wasn't just the males who took pleasure in her debasement, however, as the females of the pod had gathered too, even if they had not played an active part. They had enjoyed, that much was clear, as they rubbed up against one another and otherwise demonstrated amorous activity even if they left the bulls to their new toy for the moment. Lisabet sculled closer, jaws parted lustfully as if she wished too that she was a bull and could participate in Maja's humiliation. She could but instruct others to do so in her stead.

"Bodvar, take her," Lisabet commanded, her tone not one to be reckoned with. "Make it hurt. Make the dolphin squeal. She needs to know her place by the time this day is out."

But it is night, Maja tried to say, not that voicing the words would have done her any good. The male with the large cock - Bodvar, not that a name mattered when it came to who was using her - wasted no time in finding her slit, bearing her back until he slammed in up to the hilt. He didn't care that her body had been torn apart time and time again that day, more than once by himself, only that he obeyed the alpha female and took his pleasure from the dolphin any way possible.

"You're hurting me!"

She could not help but squeal, hoping against hope for some kind of mercy, but the orca bull only laughed and ground in harder, forcing her back through the water with the force of his frisky thrusts. So much bigger than her, the males could push her around however they liked and Maja wriggled feebly as he shoved deep into her, forcing even the very thickest part of his cock into her so that they rested slit to slit for a moment. So thick that her slit bulged at the edges, showing a glimpse of abused pink, his cock throbbed and pulsed, shuddering as he ground all the way up against her.

"I don't care if I hurt a whore dolphin."

His words shook her and she reeled mentally, but there was nothing she could do. Utterly helpless, she let herself be pushed through the pod away from the rocks into more open water. Not that the more open environment, the ocean stretching out on more sides than before, meant that escape was possible as the orcas swam excitedly around her, clicking and watching her with viciously evil eyes. And she was there, the bloating, thick sensation of cum very nearly overwhelming as she clung on the last shreds of reality and sanity she could, what made sense although nothing more seemed good in the world with the orcas swirling around and around.

Maja squeaked and moaned, pain breaking the barrier of her beak as she whimpered and clicked beneath their multiple attentions. There was no sense of rest or respite and she could not even feel uncomfortable for being so on show with so many watching, all eager for the flesh and pleasure her body could provide them. For she could see it in their eyes how they ached for her, something in her form driving them on an on to ever-greater heights of need. She would have, perhaps, been proud to raise such fervour in males of her own kind, ones considerate of her needs, but there was no joy when it came from a pod of orcas intent only on using her in every possible way.

Bodvar whistled and popped, every sound coming from him with an element of raw, masculine need attached to it. Maja had never heard such noise except in the height of a hunt, the pod seeking out massive shoals of fish on which to feast, but he made all of those noises and more as he slammed into her, driving her back and back with his massive bulk as the pod darted around agilely and goaded him on to seed her, to breed her, to show her what a little whore dolphin she was and would forever be.

She could not breathe, could not see anything but the black and white bodies surrounding her. Her slit no longer felt like hers, stomach bulging obscenely as the orca thrust and thrust, closer to his climax than ever, though it seemed almost anticlimactic after the sheer number of times she'd been fucked that day alone. To have her virginity ripped away was momentous and for all the wrong reasons as Maja whistled weakly, calling out for help without truly expecting an answer. There was no one there to help her and no one who would ever deem themselves to perform an act as her saviour ever again.

She was all alone.

There was no one who could or would help her. She had to come to terms with the fact, she had to know that and she, above all else, had to stop herself from falling prey to such weakness and calling for help. She would not dishonour her pod. So she had to take the giant male and do all they wanted. There was no choice and no hope and no rest, nothing she could ever take for herself ever again.

Little did she know that her indoctrination and the mind games had only just begun.

The orca's back rounded and he groaned, the sound coming up from deep within his being, as he climaxed, filling her, once again, with a hefty dose of virile cum. Each and every spurt sent a tremor through her body, Maja trying to weakly twist away to no avail as she barely moved even though, in her mind, she was thrashing. There simply was no energy left in her body to do anything to object to her treatment even as her mind shut down, trying to make sense of that edge of pleasure, so faint and yet still there besides the mind-numbing pain.

No. She could not think of that. She could only be grateful that her body responded as it did, trying to make the experience a little more pleasurable for her, the act of breeding. But nothing could have made it better, no matter how her body was designed to react to a male's cock.

It had never been made for an orca cock, their strength and will and might overpowering her as they slammed in, ground in, took anything and everything from her that they desired. For she was nothing more than a breeding tool, a vessel n which to vent their frustrations and dump their cum. Maja shuddered. Repeatedly. They dumped their cum in her repeatedly.

Over and over again, the males took her, for Bodvar was not the last and dawn crept in along the horizon before they had all finally had their fill of her. Bored with just watching without being able to play, some of the females had gone off to hunt, but that mattered little to the dolphin teetering on the edge of unconsciousness. A dolphin never truly slept, not like land mammals, but she was in severe danger of slipping away altogether, breathing in water, if not for the orca bodies that forced her up to the surface.

It was not her wellbeing that they cared for, however, not by any stretch of hope or imagination, but their use of her. And Maja knew with a sick certainty in her gut that they would have her all over again when the fancy took them, the gang-rape far from drawn to its sordid conclusion.

No, she'd taken every male in the pod more than once, many several times, and knew each cock more intimately than the orca behind it. Her heavily bloated stomach seemed about ready to pop with cum as she floated in the water, listlessly turning her beak from the black and white horrors circling her, mockery on their lips.

It was only the alpha male who was yet to take her, his mate amorously running the length of her body along his over and over again.

"We will take you in time, but I don't want such an overfilled sea urchin wrapped around my cock on such a fine morning..."

Haneti pushed his head beneath Lisabet's, pushing his mate up to the surface. His care for her rang through even though the cow orca did not need to breathe. Maja shuddered. Where had he been when she'd needed to breathe, when she'd thought she was going to drown? The orcas cared more for their own kind than they did for any other cetacean, though some wickedly morbid part of her wondered if his cock would tweak any note of pleasure in her, if his shaft was the largest of them all.

She knew she'd find out, if not that night. Or morning. The days would not matter much anymore either.

As the males drifted into slumber themselves, they said not a word of peace or comfort to the dolphin in their midst, surrounded so that she would not chance an escape. It wasn't as if she had the energy left in her to swim away either and Maja hung her head as the events of the day crashed upon her like a tidal wave. Beating her down and down and down to the ocean floor in her mind, she recoiled from the horrors, closing her mind to each and every fresh one that cropped up.

Cocks. Flippers. Black splashes and false eyes. Beady eyes set above jaws with so many teeth - teeth that could end her life, if they so chose. And so much cum, bloating out her stomach to a sickly extent, nausea colliding with disgust in the pit of her stomach.

Her mind could not cope, her body so bloated with cum that it was a wonder that she could float at all, let alone rest with her belly feeling so hot and tight, pain ringing through as if she'd been stung. Never before had such tiredness wracked her, but it was the mental toll that was the most stringent in her exhaustion, unable to cling onto a single though as, finally, she was left alone to her own devices, the memory of the horror fresh and bleeding and raw.

And so, the dolphin drifted into a fitful half-sleep, one part of her mind keeping her blowhole from taking in air as, for the first time in many, many hours, she rested.

The salt water hid her tears.