The Bane of Thunderbane Chapter 5
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Link to chapter 4: https://www.sofurry.com/view/2150379
Description: A rampaging brute, Thunderbane seeks to leave his mark on the world by creating a name for himself. After being thwarted by an ingenious goat during what seemed to be an easy village raid, the wolftaur's ambitions are caged--quite literally. Forced to forge a pact with a mysterious sorceress, the two set their eyes on a new conquest.
Will their nefarious plans come to fruition? Or will humiliation catch up once again with Thunderbane? Read to find out!
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***The Bane of Thunderbane Chapter 5***
Thunderbane paced back and forth. Every step echoed his growing frustration and loathe for imprisonment.
He had never been in a dungeon. Never ever! Worst of all, he wasn’t alone. He shared the room with the one who put him in here; the one he owed his defeat to.
The filthy, good-for-nothing cow Heidrun. Why he didn’t rape her yet was a mystery to him. He never thirsted for cunt more than he did now. He just…he wouldn’t last another day.
He turned to Heidrun who slumped against the wall, the pink of her cunt more appealing than ever. And the smell…that cow cunt smell…not his favorite of the bunch, but arousing enough to harden his cock like stone.
She did not beg. She did not avert her gaze either. Heidrun took in the discolored state of his highly aroused member without any shred of fear. She stared down his prominent veins, as if she almost found the prospect appealing.
“It’s finally the time, isn’t it?” Heidrun lifted her udder and spread her legs to further flare up his lust. “The mighty Thunderbane, about to rape me like some insignificant cattle…”
“ You are an insignificant cattle!” Thunderbane howled, storming over to her. “Your cunt is the only thing keeps you alive, witch, otherwise I’d have devoured you the minute I got hungry.”
Any other person would have trembled in defeat. Heidrun, however, dipped two fingers into her pussy and waved them so the smell could spread. “Eat me out, then. I know you’re hungry.”
“ ARGH! ” The wolftaur turned away from her, taking the other corner of the room. Fuck these necklaces! Fuck Belinda! That wretched, conniving cunt!
Thunderbane’s hands almost touched the necklace again, but his fingers stopped in the nick of time. Heidrun’s hopeful expression diminished into her indifferent one, now that nothing exciting happened.
“I learn,” he shot back at her. “I’m not as dumb as you think of me. I got this far on my own!”
She did him the courtesy of looking away and not replying to that. It was her fault, after all. The prison, the necklace, the state of his cock—all her fault.
Thunderbane would have preferred the physical restraints. At least they didn’t keep him in a perpetual state of sexual need. With each step towards the gate, a tingling sensation began to build up in him, intensifying into an almost unbearable throbbing the closer he got. It was a maddening, demeaning magic that ensured he never approach the gate, or touch the necklace for that matter.
The first day had been the worst, and Heidrun got to watch it all unfold…
Unlike him, she endured through her punishment in silence, pensive and unyielding.
"Damn these trinkets!" Thunderbane snarled, feeling the ever-increasing arousal even from a few steps towards the room’s entrance. It made him all the more furious to know that he purposefully spared Heidrun of her new role as his cock sleeve.
Why? Why, why, why was he still sparing her?
That question amplified his sexual frustration and shame to nigh unbearable levels.
Perhaps he envied her self-composure. Not once did she complain about their situation. Her! A sorcerer with an ego larger than his, even! It wasn’t all physical resilience either. She did almost touch herself on multiple occasions, refraining at the last moment.
On that account, the two were similar, for Thunderbane found it all too humiliating to bring about his own orgasm. Heidrun, however, could help, but he kept that as a last resort.
Unless he raped her first.
“Do you need a hand with that not-so-little problem?"
Thunderbane’s golden eyes flashed with rage. He bared his teeth, growling his spite at that damned cow. "All you do is talk," he hissed, ears perking. "I've had enough. This... this cage, this prison... I won't stand for it any longer. I won't be their plaything!"
Heidrun, still calm, cocked her head. "We are their plaything. There is no fighting these necklaces. Or will you try to prove me wrong yet again and cum all over us both?" Her eyes still held him responsible for that.
A growl emanated deep from Thunderbane's chest. "I'll find a way out, with or without your help. This," he gestured to his necklace, then to his cock, "is rock bottom. And I won't let them break me. Not here. Not like this. Guards!"
Heidrun immediately shot to her feet, but her raised hands and hushed replies did little to deter the wolftaur whose cock already drooled a continuous line of precum.
“I’m ready to bargain!”
One of the guards—a badger—appeared from the main corridor, even-faced as ever.
“I’ll get Belinda,” he mouthed, then off he went.
Heidrun seethed. She lectured him, jabbed fingers at his shoulders, torso, and even reached under his belly to try and seize the source of all this madness.
“Fuck me,” her cunt-smelling fingers attempted to slather her fresh fluids over his nose. “Just fuck me and—”
Thunderbane pushed her back hard enough that she fell into the pile of hay that was her bed.
“No.”
Heidrun’s eyes gaped in shock at that, as was the case for everyone accustomed to have things go their way.
“There is power in my seed, witch; power that I can barter with. Too bad the same doesn’t go for you.”
At this point, he was willing to go to any length to leave this place. Heidrun had milked him for her purposes. What difference did it make that Belinda would do it this time around?
She might even reward him for complying!
Belinda, draped in a lavish robe adorned with dark patterns, appeared from the side of the corridor leading to their room. Her aura radiated both power and satisfaction as she gazed at the two captives.
"You've grown tired of our hospitality so soon, Thunderbane?" Belinda approached the bars of the room to take a good look at his protruding malehood. "Or is it Heidrun that is the issue here? As you likely understand by now, she isn’t the type to put one’s needs above her own. Unless she’s making use of you in some form."
Heidrun stepped forward to glare the sorceress down. "I’ll take my punishment alongside him."
Her statement shocked the both of them. Thunderbane had never known Heidrun to be so direct in forsaking her pride. Then again, he didn’t much know her to begin with.
Belinda arched an eyebrow, mildly amused by this turn of events. "How noble of you, cow. I expected to keep you in here for at least a week, but you do make a good point…better to get this over with while your offense is at the forefront of everyone’s mind.”
She simply slid her hand over the door’s lock to unlock it.
This was Thunderbane’s chance to run her down. To strangle the life out of her.
Heidrun’s hand on his shoulder prevented him from doing that.
Belinda’s expression brightened. “After all this time, you still surprise me, Heidrun. I can only hope the same will go for what I have in mind for you two."
Heidrun's jaw tightened, but she held Belinda's gaze. "Your audience can mock and jeer all they want."
"Let's get this over with,” Thunderbane stepped forward and out of their former prison cell.
Belinda smirked. It was a cold, cruel smile that unnerved even the wolftaur. "Brave words. Let's see how long that fire lasts." With a wave of her hand, she corralled the prisoners to file in behind her. Guards attempted to flank and escort them, but the fox dismissed them.
Heidrun's voice was low but fierce as she whispered to Thunderbane, "Remember our pact. Whatever happens, we endure, we get out, and return for revenge."
Thunderbane nodded. Not that he planned to go through with the plan, but…he at least felt vindicated to see Heidrun humiliated alongside him. That would be a sight to see indeed.
The grand chamber within the center of the keep was filled to the brim with an assembly of high-ranking nobles, lords, and ladies from one too many parts of the kingdom. Thunderbane’s spine crawled with the cold dread of being witnessed by so many; of having his reputation so thoroughly ruined!
Heidrun, on the other hand, maintained her aloof expression, undoubtedly plotting her escape. That gave a sliver of hope to Thunderbane. Belinda would be so distracted with her display that she was bound to slip!
Nonetheless, the expressions etched on all these faces peering over the rafters nauseated Thunderbane. A mix of derision, anticipation, and no small amount of glee made him feel smaller than he ever did in his life.
The two captives were thrust into the center of the space by Belinda’s invisible magic, the focus of every pair of eyes in the room. Jeers and taunts mixed with cheers and shouts, all silenced by Belinda’s rising arms. A fancy chandelier above cast its luminous glow upon them as if to further accentuate the incoming dismal moment.
“My friends, lords and ladies, we have all heard of Thunderbane and his raids. An unscrupulous and callous beast, he has desecrated our countryside. He has rooted our people from their homes, stripped the virtue from our noble ladies, all in service of his hedonistic behavior. Here he lies, naked before you, the tool of his sin visible for all to see!”
“Grrawwwh!” A howl burst from the wolf as an invisible pull tugged his sheath back with enough force to wrestle his knot free from its protecting embrace. Fully out, his cock began to jerk and throb, inches from orgasm.
“Rr—rrahhh!” his eyelids drooped halfway in bliss as the same spell encased his member. It felt like gentle, invisible hands cradling his malehood, maintaining his constant state of arousal.
Shock and surprise rippled through the crowd. Some threw accusatory fingers while the ladies merely giggled while they stared down that particular part of his anatomy.
“And how can we forget Heidrun? The Witch of the Woods?” With a sweep of her hand, Belinda stripped Heidrun of her robe, unveiling her curvaceous body to the sharp gasp of the audience. She immediately attempted to cover her exposed udder, but Belinda’s spell seized her limbs, forcing them to spread in an X shape.
"Behold!" Belinda proclaimed as the same diaphanous bubble from before engulfed Heidrun, lifting her into the air. “Does she strike fear into your hearts?”
Rolling laughter ensued, mostly the high-pitched sounds of women. Many of the men had mixed feelings, absorbing her forms with keen interest bordering on fascination.
"These thugs—these invaders—thought they could defy me!" She waved her other hand to produce magical restraints that shimmered into existence. The burst from the ground, latching all of Thunderbane’s feet in place.
"This ends today, for Heidrun," Belinda continued with a malevolent tone, "shall be reduced to the mere livestock she resembles, milked for the amusement of all present company!"
Gasps of shock and condemning murmurs of agreement filled the room. Belinda's gaze then shifted to Thunderbane. "As for you, the mighty Thunderbane," she sneered, "your punishment will be far more personal. You will be milked like a stud until you are drained, emasculated for all to witness!"
Thunderbane snarled his contempt at the fox. "Do your worst! I will not be broken by your petty torments!"
The same women from before—the deer and the impala—approached the restrained wolf while wearing smug and provocative smiles. Thunderbane thrashed and threatened, but the enchantments held him fast.
“I wouldn’t struggle if I was you,” the impala ran a petite hand over the side of his jaw, retreating it just as fast when Thunderbane attempted to bite it off. “Stress reduces the quality of your seed.”
She accepted a bucket from her spotted doe companion, placing it under Thunderbane’s dangling cock.
“I prefer to do this work manually,” she took the proffered bowl from the doe, smearing her hands with the translucent lubricant within it. “I hope this doesn’t bother you.”
“As if we care what bothers him!” Belinda focused her magical grip around his knot to force a strong spurt of his seed out of Thunderbane’s already overstimulated cock. The wolf’s fierce howl broke into a pleasure-filled whimper as the necklace’s effects amplified, causing his balls to quiver as more of his seed rushed forth.
The impala’s hands, wrapped around his cock in gentle embrace, directed his strong waves of seed into the bucket, the might of his splashes audible to him and to everyone else.
The room filled with a mix of cackling laughter, taunts, and rowdy lines from the more involved participants. Some looked on in shock, others in unabashed curiosity, and a few with outright glee.
Through it all, Thunderbane gritted his teeth, resolved to withstand this perversion.
The hushed murmurs grew more pronounced as the doe got too close to comfort. She passed Thunderbane, her hands coated with a silvery, shimmering lubricant. With a coy yet determined expression, she whispered to the restrained beast, "Will you be a good boy, or will you be naughty?"
Thunderbane shot her a threatening snarl, baring his fangs as much as the intense pleasure summoned by the impala’s stroking allowed, "Touch me, and you'll rrrrhhhegret the day you were born!"
The doe giggled as she disappeared from the edge of his vision. “Naughty, then.”
Without hesitation, she pressed her slick fingers against his tailhole, teasing its entrance. Thunderbane’s muscles flared with sudden might, eyes gaped in shock.
“Stop! Not there!” He growled, roared and struggled as hard as he could, all while his cock continued to unload his essence one spearing spurt at a time. “Anything but hrawwwww!”
The impala’s grip squeezed his knot, stealing his breath away. Molten pleasure surged through his cock, this last splash mightier than any.
“Obey, Thunderbane,” the impala relented her hold on his knot, yet all he did was thrash and struggle against restraints that refused to budge.
“Nhaawwww!”
Intense hilarity dwarfed his cry. It took one single finger to paralyze his being; to make him acutely aware of how shocking it felt to be entered in the rear.
And it didn’t stop at that.
The doe daringly added more fingers, stretching him to the limits of his endurance. His chest heaved under the strain of one too many heaves and cries and threats and pleas, none enough to put an end to this nightmare. The sensations were overwhelming to his virgin tailhole that desperately clamped upon the invading tightness to hold it at bay.
“Not used to being claimed?” The doe swirled her fingers inside him, teasing his inner flesh. “Then this is going to feel particularly interesting.”
Thunderbane howled. He howled louder than he ever did in his life when the doe’s whole hand, curled into a fist, wiggled its way inside him. Discomfort paled in comparison to the overpowering pleasure flooding his senses, the combined attention on both fronts too much. His cum cascaded out of him in sudden and desperate ropes as each of the slow and tantalizing moves of each of the females brought him to the very brink.
"Look at the mighty Thunderbane now!" Belinda’s voice seemed naught but a whisper amidst the relentless pounding of his heart. “Performing for all our pleasure!”
The sheer overwhelm of sensation threatened to undo Thunderbane from the inside. Every stroke and touch on his cock unraveled his being, stripping away his pride, dignity, and defiance layer by layer. Each spasm of pleasure brought by his clamping tailhole upon that fist which reached far too deep for comfort reminded him of his helpless position; of the tantalizing ecstasy intertwined with boundless shame.
Amidst the engulfing storm of pleasure-fueled humiliation, Thunderbane’s squinting eyes found a solitary island of relief. Suspended in the air by Belinda's magic, Heidrun’s expression was one of suppressed anguish. Each squeeze of her teats by Belinda’s magical tendrils brought forth a spray of milk, the streams guided by her arcane prowess into four distinct buckets.
The wily fox alternated the rhythm of the motions. She played with Heidrun as one would an instrument, going through various sequences when it came to the teats she pulled on. Though Heidrun had tried to withstand her nemesis’ ministrations at first, her expression slowly morphed into unabashed delight from being milked so thoroughly and intensely.
Watching the relentless pull of her udders flooded Thunderbane with memories of his second biggest episode of humiliation.
Bayleigh.
Her magic-crafted tools.
The familiar sensations.
And yet, here he was, brought low by a debt to someone he should have never resorted to. Her miscalculations, her overconfidence in their strategy, had led them straight into Belinda’s waiting trap.
Thunderbane clung to his resentment for Heidrun, drawing strength from watching that plump and shuddering udder of hers deplete its contents into the filling buckets. The sounds of the gathering crowd became background noise, and his pleasure, mere nuisance.
He would not give in again. No more desperate howls. No more vulnerability. He would not give them any more entertainment!
The workers seemed to slow down in their efforts to milk him of all that he had to give. Through gritted teeth, Thunderbane endured through these faltering remnants of pleasure, his tailhole raw, his discolored member almost spent.
As each faltering wave of pleasure shot through him from having his knot massaged, groped and caressed, Thunderbane clung to the sight of Heidrun being milked. That spectacle provided a semblance of solace; a perverse satisfaction of watching someone he had feared get her due comeuppance.
The immediate cessation of the workers' hands caused momentary disorientation. In the absence of the doe’s fist, his tailhole burned with a soreness so intense it almost blotted out the dull ache throbbing through his spent cock.
His panting breath echoed in his ears as dizziness threatened to engulf him, now that his adrenaline levels began to die down. The murmurs of the departing crowd faded, replaced by the indignant snarls of Heidrun. Attendants surrounded her splayed form, towels in hand to tend to her milk-soaked teats with a diligence that bordered on mocking.
"Such generous contributions!" Belinda used her magic to bring all buckets together. Four oozed a pleasant, slightly sweet scent, while a distinct one emanated a briny and musky odor. "A wealth of ingredients for my potions! And to think that all it took was a simple demonstration of my power to make you both so... cooperative."
The weight of their defeat burned at Thunderbane’s core. To have his seed harvested in such a demeaning way…it was more than his tired mind could comprehend.
Belinda’s voice grew stern as she walked between her two captives. "Now, you both have a choice. You can return to your cell, where you can expect many such performances in the days to come, or you can swear fealty to me. If you choose the latter, the magic of this oath will bind you to an unbreakable pledge. Attack me or any of these fine folks again, and you will feel the consequences deep within your very souls."
Thunderbane’s mind roiled at the implications of both outcomes. His instinct screamed to fight; to reject the shackles Belinda was offering. Yet the memories of the prison cell, along with the prospect of enduring this ritual of humiliation over and over again, nauseated him. He couldn’t bear the thought of being made into a spectacle yet again; of being used and discarded at Belinda's whim.
He glanced over at Heidrun in search of her intentions. She looked just as battered as he did, her fierce spirit dimmed by the weight of their shared humiliation. But beneath the veneer of defeat, he could see a flicker of something else. Resolve, perhaps, or a burning desire for revenge.
Drawing a deep breath, Thunderbane straightened his posture to meet Belinda's gaze with all the defiance he could muster. "Fine," he spat at her feet in contempt. "We accept your terms. But know this, witch, our memories are long, and we never forget."
Belinda smirked in sly satisfaction. "Very well. Let the oath be sealed!" As the words left her lips, a rush of magic enveloped Thunderbane and Heidrun, sealing their fate.
“You will be escorted out of here presently. As for clothes…” her gaze shifted over to Heidrun’s seething glare, “I am sure you are capable of procuring your own along the way.”
***End of chapter 5***
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