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Polar Power

Part 2

For Damiekinz

By Draconicon

Brynna woke to the sound of stomping feet and shouting voices. The Husky Queen groaned as she sat up, brown fur in disarray as she rubbed her forehead, trying to pick out a voice so she could hear what was going on. For but a moment, she half-hoped that it was panicked excitement at her brother's early return, but the hope died stillborn as she heard a roar drown out everyone else.

The Polar Bears had reached the castle.

Throwing herself out of bed, the Queen stumbled for the first few steps before getting her balance. Sleep gripped her tightly, blurring her vision and fogging her mind, but the echoes of that roar was enough to keep her on her feet rather than falling to her knees. If Asmund had reached the castle, then it meant only one thing. Her brother had fallen, broken, and the leader of the Polar clans had found the secret entrances.

A knock on her door was followed by one of her bodyguards poking his head in. He breathed a sigh of relief to see her.

"Your Majesty. They've breached the walls. We don't know how -"

"I do. Is there a way out?"

"The passages are blocked, but they have yet to circle the rear of the castle. We might be able to get you out from one of the windows."

Out the window. It had been many years since she'd taken a rope ladder anywhere, but she hoped that she still had the skills. She looked at her soft hands, knowing that the climb was like as not to rip them apart, and that her nightdress was hardly the clothing of a proper Queen, but there was little choice. If she didn't try, then Asmund would have her, and the Husky lands would be taken tonight.

"Lead on."

As she fell in step behind the pair of black and white Huskies, she could hear the roars and grunts and the fast-rising whimpers and moans of her people being taken by Asmund's forces. Taken quite literally, she knew; the rules of war were clear on what was allowed with the prisoners that a warrior managed to capture, and she shivered at the thought of one of them getting his hands on her.

One of them...one of them in particular...

No. That is unseemly, and he has not earned me. I am still Queen. I have not been caught yet.

The bodyguards led her past the balcony that overlooked the Great Hall. Any other time, she would have looked down from the heights on courtiers gathered to talk about the future of the country, or offer deals between the packs that they ruled within her lands. Now, it was filled with bent-over males that were either being choked out or rutted from behind, asses upturned and clothes ripped to shreds.

To say that the bears were brutal with their conquests was to understate things to the extreme, and Brynna had her breath taken away with the brutality on display. The bigger males were effortlessly pinning her people, and those thick, dark cocks slamming past their holes, rutting them and taking them, made her think things that were entirely unbecoming of a Queen. She shivered, staring as she watched the thick shafts burying themselves time and time again in her people, saw the way that they were stretching, pushed to the breaking point -

"Your Majesty, we must go. Come on!"

She shook off her fascination, unable to help blushing as she was led through the great stone passageways again. She had not felt such things since that night she'd caught her brother, and even then, that had been mere curiosity, something that had been squashed easily enough. This...this was a beast of a thought, and she couldn't let it get the better of her.

The sounds of the fighting Polar warriors were getting louder, and she knew that meant that her guards were being overcome one by one. Soon, Asmund's forces would find her, and then, she would be caught. Brought before him.

And then...then the real humiliation would begin.

She was panting by the time they reached the Great Gallery at the rear of the palace. Over the massive portraits of the family line were windows, usually used to let sunlight in, but now, they were her only escape. The guards pulled one of the portraits out of the way, one kneeling and the other offering her his shoulders.

"You must escape, Your Majesty."

"I will...I will flee. And return."

"Run," her bodyguard said.

She nodded, ascending the artificial staircase that they created with their bodies, her hands on the windowsill. The kneeling one stood up and offered her a rope, and she tied it off at the corner of the window.

A loud crash down the hall told her that their time was up. She hefted herself up to the sill, squatting in the window as the gallery doors were kicked in. Two massive Polar Bear warriors dragged themselves into sight, growling and grinning, their cocks hard and throbbing for their prizes.

Brynna stared despite herself, the dark-skinned shafts monstrous compared to what she had been taught to expect from her own people. Her cheeks burned as she turned away, gripping the rope as tight as she could as she flung herself over the edge.

The sound of moans and grunts followed, and she was ashamed to say that she felt a stirring in her loins at the sound of her own guards being broken down above her. She gritted her teeth, shaking her head.

"I'm sorry," she whispered as she fled the battle. "I'm sorry."

Bit by bit, she climbed down the rope, and every inch made her hands ache with the friction and pressure that she had to exert to keep from falling. More than once, she slid down more than she meant to, burning her fingers and nearly scraping her thighs through her nightgown. The cold air of the midnight hour caressed her legs the further she fell, and she panted for breath before she was even halfway down to the ground.

It left her winded, and she nearly collapsed against the castle walls as she hit the ground. She groaned, shaking her head. She knew that she had to run, but if she could just get her breath back before she did -

No, no, there was no time. The roaring winds were loud, but there was more to hear. The crush of ice and snow beneath large boots, the growls and clicks of nets and ropes and chains; they were just barely audible against the night winds, but they were there. The Polar Bears were coming for her.

Brynna stumbled forward, arms outstretched, trying to drag herself forward through the snow. She managed a dozen steps before she fell over, half-burying herself in the snow. Dragging herself to her feet, she managed half that much before falling again, and this time, she couldn't make herself stand up again.

As she panted for breath, her untrained body already exhausted, she heard the steps of the Polar warriors getting louder and louder. She lifted her head to see the torchlight they carried falling on the snow ahead of her, and then on her.

All around her were the dreaded men of Asmund, standing between seven and eight feet tall, each one armed and bearing ropes and chains to keep her from running away. They had found her. They had captured her.

She groaned, lowering her head.

"Please..."

Did she dare ask for mercy? Plead with them for the chance to flee? Was there any point when they had sworn loyalty to the great brute Asmund? Would they give her anything less than they had given her brother?

Her brother. Brann. Where was he? Locked away? Or -

"Queen Brynna."

The deep voice cut through the howling wind, and she looked up. From the darkness at the edge of the torchlight strode a silhouette too tall to be anyone but her enemy. The great bear, Asmund, stepped into the light. He loomed over every one of his soldiers, head and shoulders taller than them and broader, too. There was no shame in his eyes for being all but undressed before them, and -

And he carried a leash, on the other end of which was her brother. Brann was broken, his eyes glazed over with just enough awareness of the world to know that he should be embarrassed. His cheeks burned, but that did not stop him from having a hard-on that she could see from where she knelt. Her brother, the proud warrior, had finally been pushed out of his state of denial. He had been made to embrace his secret desires.

Even as she stared at her brother, he moved behind Asmund, tongue hanging out. She lost sight of him, but as the winds died down, she could hear the lewd sounds of his tongue getting to work, digging between the Polar Bear's cheeks and dragging along his hole over and over again.

Oh gods...

Asmund didn't even acknowledge what was happening. How much had the bear forced on her brother for this to be something that he could just ignore?

"Queen Brynna. You should surrender."

"..."

"Your brother did not."

"And you..."

"I gave him what he needed, rather than what he wanted."

"...And if I surrender?"

"Then you will get what you want."

"..."

"Choose quickly."

The brown-furred Husky looked left and right. The soldiers stood tall around her, each one lifting a chain or a rope or some other tool of bondage. If she declined, then she would be handed to them. They would be given full access to her, allowed to do whatever they wanted to her body until she completely shattered. There would be nothing left of her, nothing but a meat-husk that allowed the bears their pleasure on her broken body.

The thought alone was enough to send a shiver down her spine, and she was relieved that it was less than pleasant. It meant that there was still some part of her that was better than her brother. He was broken, but she...

She still had...

It wasn't even standards, but it was a line in the sand. She could accept one; she could not entirely accept the other.

"I...surrender."

"Bind her; we will take her back to camp."

"Camp?" Brynna asked as she was pulled to her feet.

"The castle is not yet ours. It will be, but I will not sleep in your place until it is scoured for any hidden traps."

She could not blame him for that. A brave leader he might be, but she had always known that anyone that could claim all of the Polar clans needed to be smart, too, and he had just proven her right.

She stood up as the other warriors stepped forward. They took her nightgown from her, stripping it from her shoulders and throwing it away. They probably considered it nothing but trash. As she stood naked, they pulled her arms behind her back, wrapping their ropes around her. Bit by bit, they tied her up, forcing her breasts up to make them look bigger than they were, and ensuring that her body was constantly gripped and teased by the thick rope all around her. The heat of it rubbing through her fur bothered her, leaving her hissing and gasping as it tugged and rubbed in ways that should have been reserved for a lover.

Soon, she was completely helpless, with the rope wrapped around her in lines like a snowflake, decorative and yet leaving her unable to move her arms, and no more able to run than a toddler. Her legs could barely move enough to allow her to walk, and each step felt like the ropes were pulling her ass cheeks apart, or grinding up along her thighs, or worse, pulling at her pussy lips and making them spread for all to see.

It made her feel more naked than naked, more like she was putting on a show for the bears, and it left her flushing brighter than her brother.

"Follow," Asmund said, and she was made to march behind him through the snow and dark, feeling the eyes of all his followers on her as she did.

She wished she could understand why she was starting to drip from it.

They reached the Polar camp, and she was unsurprised to see most of her servants, nobles, and bodyguards trapped there already. The males were bent over like horses over long wooden posts, and those that had been 'blessed' with more curvaceous rumps were getting fucked hard by the soldiers. She stared with blushing cheeks as she saw their holes taking bear cock over and over again, and most of them were already moaning, their own shafts dribbling and spitting pre-cum and cum against the snowy earth.

Those that were not so blessed were kept on their knees behind the rutting bears, or in front of the ones that were waiting. Their mouths were put to use when their hole was not, slurping along one side or the other. She stared as some of them were outright face-fucked, their eyes glazing over much like her brother's.

That, she realized, was the choice that Asmund was offering. It wasn't enough to the Polar Bear that he had taken the other realm as his slaves. He needed them broken, shattered, made so that they could never rise against him. The brutality of his people meant that it was entirely possible, and he was smart enough to know how to apply it as a weapon.

He had even managed it with her, she realized. By displaying her broken brother, he made it clear what would happen to her if she fought back. He made it impossible for her to actually take it as an option.

They passed other tents, ones where the females of her castle had been taken. They were pinned on their backs, some of the more reluctant with their legs tied and spread in the air. One and all, they suffered mating presses from the Polar males, taking it and grunting.

And moaning. There was more moaning than not.

"Do you envy them, woman?" Asmund asked.

"...I don't know."

"That's a good answer."

They reached his tent, a larger one than the others. The rest of the bears stepped away, giving him privacy, and the only one to enter with them was her brother. She was pushed to his bed, a massive thing that would have fit six of her people, and she was pinned on her back with one hand to her shoulder. With her arms pinned behind her, there was no getting up, and moreover, no squirming away.

"Do you understand what's going to happen?" he asked.

"I...have a guess."

"Then let me explain. You are going to be fucked. I am going to breed you, and you will carry my child to term."

"..."

"And when that is done, you will breed again. And again. And again."

"You...this will not -"

"If you think I want an heir, you are wrong."

"...Then...why..."

"Because you will learn your place. Because you will be a slave beneath me, though one that has some privileges for surrendering. And...because you want it."

"..."

"I smell it on you. You're wet. You have had thoughts. You wondered, and you stared in curiosity at all your people getting rutted, broken, fucked by mine. There's a part of you that wants to know what it's like."

"I...you...I cannot...I should not," Brynna eventually said.

"Should and could do not matter. Will, however, does. And you...will...enjoy this."

He spoke with such certainty that she knew that he was right. Even though she knew all the proprieties spoke against this, even though she knew better than to lay with someone like him, there was a part of her that increasingly wanted it. The brutality, the roughness, everything that she had seen since waking that night, had taken her curiosity and pushed it to grow into something more, something that she could no longer control.

With his broad hands on her thighs, it was impossible for her to keep her legs closed and if she was honest with herself, she no longer wanted to. She breathed in and out slowly, her eyes rolling back in their sockets as she stared up at the roof of the tent.

Was this...something she actually wanted?

"Ah!"

She gasped at the first warm touch of his cock to her sex. It felt like more than just a shaft, almost more like a small fist getting ready to punch into her and break her, leave her marked for the rest of her life as some tool of a savage. The bear loomed over her, so tall and powerful that he would have completely smothered her if he laid down properly, buried her in his chest while his head reached past hers. She almost wanted him to as he ground his cock between her legs again and again, teasing her, making her wetter and warmer down there with every slow rub.

"I told you. You will get what you wanted."

"How...how did you..."

"I know a bitch when I see one."

"Nnngh..."

"You wanted to be broken."

"I didn't."

"You wanted to be taken."

"I didn't! I swear, I - ah...ah!"

Her protests were fake and failing even as she tried to put them out. That shaft, that warmth, it was so much, and so much bigger than she had ever thought could be on another man. The roughness, the total control that he had over her, and the teasing that he was putting her through was too much to think through.

She was falling.

She didn't care.

The soft slurping sounds of her brother's tongue came back, reminding her that he was there, that he was going to see her get bred. It barely mattered; she wasn't sure that he was still in his own head anymore, and more to the point, she was too turned on, too needy to be bothered by the idea of being seen. After all, she'd seen him, and -

And Asmund was finally moving. He pulled back, the head of his cock right against her sex, and then pushed. Brynna gasped, the air leaving her lungs as her soaked pussy was finally pushed open, his cock sliding in and breaking her in. The sensation of that thick thing forcing its way past her pussy lips was enough to steal her breath away, her back arched against the bed, her fingers clenching against the small of her back where they were tied.

"Ah...ah..."

"That's where you belong. Under me."

"Under...you..."

It was humiliating. Under a bear, under a savage, under someone that had no claim to royalty -

"Ah!"

He pushed in further, and she squirted slightly. Not a full orgasm, but enough to wet his cock, enough to tell her that she was going to break. He was already forcing her wider than anything she had touched herself with before, and it was only the head and a little past it. He was still sliding in, still pushing her to open and take him.

And she spread her legs to let it happen. Bit by bit, it sunk past her outer lips, filling her to the brim and going deeper. And deeper. And deeper.

Her breath refused to come save in rattles, her eyes rolling back and her toes curling. The Husky Queen's tail wagged ever so slightly against the sheets, but her attention was completely on that fat cock between her legs, that thing that had become the center of her world, the piece of the bear that was even now conquering her.

There was no going back once he fully hilted with her. She could feel it in her womb, she was sure, so far past where it should have been, something that should have been painful. Was she panting? Drooling? Her tongue hanging out? Yes to all three, and the dignified queen that would have cared about that was long gone. She just clenched down hard, feeling the sheer size of the bear's cock in her, and her inner walls milked it without her conscious thought, just squeezing down again and again to feel its sheer size in her.

There was no need to talk. Asmund pulled back and she opened up a little bit more him, squeezing until only the head of his cock was left in her, only to relax as he slammed back in. It knocked the breath from her lungs, and she almost slid back on the bed, only to come to a quick stop a few inches later. He had her by the shoulders, keeping her from getting away, and his bulk meant that he could turn this into a mating press anytime that he wanted.

In, out, in, out, each thrust as brutal and harsh as the last, and each time it took her breath away. Her eyes were rolling back as she felt his thick fur grinding against her sex, tickling her clit, and every time his cock slammed in she was sure that it was going to punch her deeper than the last. Some part of her swore that this should have been painful, breaking her, shattering her, ripping her. If it was, something had already turned it to pleasure.

Brynna rolled her head back, the last of her dignity rolling out of her in her juices as she was taken, her eyes rolled back in their sockets. She no longer saw the bear, but she felt him taking her harder, harder, harder. Each time that he slammed in, she was sure that she was going to go over the edge, and every time that he pulled back, she was sure that she was going to scream with need to beg him to put it back.

This was how it felt to be caught, to be beaten and taken. She wondered how anyone so caught could ever bear to fight again. It felt too good.

It was humiliating, too. The twist of humiliation, of knowing that she shouldn't want this, only made the pleasure that much stronger by comparison. She tried to hold onto that humiliation, tried to think of some way to hold out, but every thrust reminded her of how good this was.

And when she looked into his eyes, as she struggled to pull her mind together, she saw him looking at her with that smirk, that knowing smile that said it all.

You want this, his smile said. You always wanted this. To be conquered. To be taken by someone 'less.' And now...you can never get away from it.

"Ah...ah...ah!"

He was picking up speed, ramming in faster than ever. He had one hand on her shoulders, pinning her, and the other was behind him, jamming her brother further into his ass. They were so close, and she was drenched, lying in a pool of her own juices, her orgasm rushing forward and almost upon her. She was almost there.

"Ah...ah...ah!"

The feeling of his cock so deep inside of her, the roughness, the wrongness of laying with someone so much not her people, someone that would break her and enslave her people from now until the end of time, was a total betrayal of everything that it meant to be the Queen. She was supposed to fight, but -

"NNNNGH!"

He rammed into her, and the minute she felt his seed hitting her insides, she came with him. She arched her back and howled as only a Husky could, and she rolled her hips to make sure that every last drop of his cum stayed in her as he held her down in a mating press.

It was so hot, so sticky, so filling. Every bit of his load felt like it was already digging into her, trying to find her womb so that it could stick and start forming cubs. She shivered at the idea of what would come out of her later, the very thought more than enough to set her face to flaming with a blush. She had taken the seed of a barbarian, someone that wasn't her husband or any other acceptable sort of partner. She had laid with someone that was so improper that her line would be sullied, now and forever.

And yet, for all that she had done something completely against the rules...she felt good. She felt...satisfied.

She panted for breath, shivering as he slowly pulled his cock free. The sight of that massive thing pulling from her, the way that it tugged at her inner walls and reminded her of just how much she had taken, was almost enough to make her cum a second time. At the very least, it sent aftershocks of pleasure through her that she didn't know how to handle.

Finally, it popped out, and when it did, she felt the swell of his seed rising with it. She wheezed as she felt the waterfall of white running out from between her legs, dribbling down to her asshole and joining her juices on the bed. It was so much, so very much, and yet, she doubted that she was done for the night.

Asmund stood up, presenting his cock to her brother. Brann didn't even look at her. As he sucked the bear's shaft, her new master fixed her with a grin.

"We're doing that again soon."

"Yes...master."

"And you will keep taking it."

"Yes, master."

"Until it takes you."

"Yes, master."

She bowed her head. For all that she had been ashamed of being so used, she was already looking forward to the next round. She felt so full that she was all but sure that she was already pregnant, but if she wasn't...well, she had no doubt that the master would ram it into her over time.

Three months later...

"Ah...ah...ah..."

Brynna panted as she tried to adjust to the feeling of the fat black cock in her ass, her rim still not used to the feeling of something so big trying to go in. Despite the pain, however, it felt...glorious, for lack of a better word. It felt like it belonged there just as much as it did in her pussy.

Asmund was gentler with her ass, too, though 'gentler' for a bear meant something quite a bit different than it did for one of her species. She took it slowly, feeling it filling her over the course of a minute rather than instantly, and her rim burned throughout the filling, but she was able to take it without ripping or tearing.

"Ah...ah..."

"Heh...I knew it wouldn't be that hard."

"Mmmph...you're very...very hard."

"I am. You're not. You're as soft as ever."

Soft like a Queen that could never stand for her people. Soft like a Queen that had been bred. Soft like a little bitch that was completely addicted to the savage cock inside of her.

Soft like the pregnant slut that wanted so much more.

The pillow beneath her cushioned her belly as he continued sawing his cock in and out of her, and she bit her lips to keep from moaning so loud as to wake the others in the tent. Other bitches had come here, gathered by Asmund over the last three months as tribute from the other warriors under him. There would be a great batch of litters born in the next year that carried his bloodline, and they would likely be terrifyingly strong if they kept their father's traits.

She was going to be the one that birthed them first, though. She was the first-bred, and she was still a favorite.

At least, she hoped she was. She had never heard for sure from him, and she just told herself that she was considering he kept coming back.

"Ah...mmmph..."

The feeling of him fucking her 'dirty' hole was so different to being bred, somehow more humiliating and less at the same time. The fact that she liked it was more humiliating, but at the same time...

She reached for her stomach, one hand gripping the pregnant bulge before he rammed in a little hard, and she had to grab the sheets and bite her pillow to keep the noise down. Oh, god, was it supposed to feel this good?

"That's it...take it...even when you're carrying my cubs, you're still my slave to use."

It was one thing to think it, it was another thing to be told it, and Brynna shivered as the humiliation, something that had long since stopped being painful and become a pleasure all its own, coursed through her. She dripped, and she knew that she'd be cumming before too much longer.

Asmund reached around, the massive Polar Bear grabbing her breasts and squeezing them. She groaned as she was reminded how much bigger they'd grown since she'd become pregnant, and how they'd keep growing until the moment that she stopped feeding her cubs. The thought of becoming some matron of children, someone that just kept feeding them, breeding them, taking cock and making babies -

"Nnngh!"

It was enough to get at least a small orgasm out of her, making her squeeze down on his cock in her ass. Her pussy drenched his sac, and he smiled as he kept up the steady rut, grinding her down into the bed.

In, out, in, out, each thrust making itself known, each bit of friction training her other hole to do what her pussy had been doing for months. She knew that she'd have to get used to it, that his cock would break her in over and over again over the coming months of her pregnancy. Her ass was his, just like her pussy was, and her brother's mouth was public property. Only this loyalty kept her under Asmund and not spread out through all the other Polar Bears.

In, out, in, out, in.

"Mmmph..."

He came, and fast. He must have been in a hurry today. As his seed stained her insides, she shivered, only to moan as he pulled out and squirted the last of his seed on her hole. A quick pat was his way of saying goodbye, and he was off to take care of things that demanded the Polar leader's attention.

She waddled her way back, eventually getting out of bed. Her stomach was not yet at the full size that it would be later in her pregnancy, but it was enough to make it hard to walk normally. She kept one hand on it and the other under her breasts as she made her way to the tent slit.

The morning sun beamed down on the camp. They'd spread from her castle further south, Asmund's forces going up and down the border river to secure its entire length. The last few months had been a campaign of stealing her realm out from under her, exposing her as his devoted slave, and ensuring that her former nobles learned their place beneath him, as well. Several of them were tied up on breeding posts outside the tent, waiting for other warriors to come to use them, and the males were being conditioned much like her brother had been.

Brynna's hand at her breasts moved up, resting at the collar around her neck. It was the only clothing she was allowed, now, yet it didn't bother her. The loss of her title, her lands, and the utter abdication of her responsibilities still stung from time to time, but she no longer had any regrets. Pleasure, bliss, those things overwhelmed her too often for her to feel like she had lost anything of note.

She was not broken, but she was a slave. And...she could accept that. It was a new way of life, and it wasn't as horrible as she thought. Not as good, not as rich, not as lush...but not nearly as bad as she had thought.

The End

Summary: Brynna wakes as Brann's betrayal comes home to roost. She attempts to escape the castle, only to find herself falling into Polar possession anyway.

Tags: M/F, M/M, Polar Bear, Husky, Vaginal, Anal, Impregnation, Mating Press, Bondage, Humiliation, Size Difference, Cum, Creampie, Pregnant, Orgasm, Series, Conquest, Slave, Rimming,