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Bronx's Bitch

Chapter 3: Blue Bitch

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Commissioned by SHIPPO

https://shippo.sofurry.com/

Author's Note: All characters portrayed are copyright © Disney. The author makes no profit from this work.

Goliath crumpled to the rooftop beneath him, grunting in pain as he tried to flex his wings against the stiff bola-cables that had entangled them. Demona, as always, had been a technological step ahead of the gargoyles, and the high-tech bola caster she'd used was more than enough to restrain even the lead gargoyle's impressive strength.

"Fools!" snarled Demona, her smile wicked, cruel as she hovered in place above the cityscape of Manhattan. "You've wasted your chance to stop me; now I'll make sure you're all ruined! This city thinks of you as its protectors; you're everyone's favorite celebrities. Hah!" She held up a small cameram the cruel mockery quivering at the edges of her sharp-toothed smile. "We'll see what they think when they see this. Then, when your precious humans have turned on you, you'll finally see the truth about how humans reward their protectors!"

Despite all her posturing, however, Demona had, in point of fact, taken several shots with her bola caster, and up until that point, the agile gargoyles pursuing her had avoided each shot. Every one, that is, but the last one, which had caught Goliath. Angela, Broadway, and Brooklyn, tailing, had managed to keep a step ahead of the crafty she-gargoyle thus far.

"I don't think so," called out Brooklyn as he made a swoop to the front of the group, something dangling slightly in his hands. Demona only saw the reason that Brooklyn had been trailing behind when it was far too late for her: Brooklyn had scooped up one of the bolas that had missed. "I've got a gift for you!"

Her eyes widening, Demona started to turn, to dive away from three opponents she'd been certain would be easy prey to her greater experience and cunning. Before she managed to spread her wings enough to thrust her body away through the air, Brooklyn released the metal bolas, which snapped through the air, then wrapped around the lithe blue-skinned female's body, pinning her wings and arms to her sides.

Giving a shriek of fear, Demona began to fall, but Brooklyn was there, catching her in his strong arms before she'd gone more than a few stories, relative to the nearest buildings.

"Didn't think I'd let you fall, did you?" he asked with a teasing smile. "Not after the way you betrayed me before."

Demona's eyes showed her sudden return of fear; she remembered her betrayal of Brooklyn all too well, when she'd lured him into her thrall with the promise of pleasure, then used him to cast a spell of mind control on Goliath. Brooklyn had good reason to let Demona fall, and if he hadn't, that only meant he had other plans for her. Plans Demona knew she didn't want to see enacted.

Just as the blue-skinned gargoyle was starting to struggle, Brooklyn tightened his arm around her neck, then squeezed, using a move he'd studied with Elisa Maza, a very effective choke hold the police had stopped using a while back, due to the danger it carried of causing permanent injury or death. Thankfully, gargoyles were made of sterner stuff than humans, and though Demona squirmed in the red-skinned gargoyle's grip, soon those struggles stilled, and she swiftly went limp in his arms.

"Good work," said Goliath as he tore off the bolas binding his wings, then leapt into the air to join the others. "Let's head back to the castle. Then we'll decide what to do with Demona."

Of course, Brooklyn already had some perfectly good plans of his own about what to do with their longtime foe.

As the wing of gargoyles neared the tower, Brooklyn drifted a little closer to Goliath.

"What if take Demona down to that dungeon Xanatos made for us, back when we were still his enemies?" proposed the red-skinned gargoyle. "Even you couldn't escape from the stuff down there. Demona would be truly trapped, until we could bring her around."

Goliath took on a thoughtful expression. While he was still thinking, the four gargoyles (with the unconscious Demona still in Brooklyn's arms) landed on the parapet of Castle Wyvern, high above the clouds of Manhattan.

"All right, Brooklyn," Goliath finally said, turning to look at his second-in-command. "Secure Demona. But don't take too long about it: sunrise is only a few hours away, and you know how the sun can sneak up on us with these buildings in the way."

"Demona might take some extra work to restrain properly," Brooklyn answered with a light shrug, turning away from his leader, "but I'll be back before sunrise. See you then, Goliath."

The four gargoyles stepped inside the castle, Brooklyn idly caressing Demona's shapely blue bottom as he walked near the rear of the group, even occasionally sliding her loincloth a little higher, giving him a fine view of her tightly-clasped labia. All it took was a light caress from his fingers to get the experienced gargoyle female to start moistening, her pouting lower lips growing quite puffy and swollen.

"Slutty gar-girl," growled Brooklyn to himself, knowing how good Demona could be when it came to sex. Unable to help himself, he tilted his head to the side, his long, ribbonlike tongue flicking out, caressing her snug, supple folds, then parting them a little, tasting the delicious pink just past those labia. Even mostly unconscious, Demona gave a soft moan of rising arousal as she was stimulated by the red-skinned gargoyle male.

Speaking of sluts, perhaps the first sight to greet the little band of gargoyles as they stepped into the main living room of their chambers in the upper regions of Wyvern Castle was that of Bronx from the rear. The powerful beast gargoyle's haunches were working hard and fast, grunting and growling with rapidly-riding arousal as he pounded his chosen bitch for the night.

Not far off, Hudson was casually watching television, not seeming to pay any notice to Bronx's activities. After all, this was simply a part of the old gargoyle way, at least as far as he was concerned. Goliath similarly paid Bronx's fun no mind, and Broadway did his best to follow suit, both male gargoyles walking past, though Broadway couldn't hold back a slightly sympathetic glance down at the one being put to use by the feral gargoyle beast.

Angela, however, came up short, her ears unable to hear any of Goliath and Broadway's report to Hudson of the night's activities. All that filled her eyes and ears right then, was the sight of Bronx mercilessly rutting poor little Lexington as though the smaller gargoyle were a bitch in heat.

From the expression on Lexington's face, actually, the description "bitch in heat" probably wasn't that far off the mark. The green-skinned gargoyle's belly was swollen, distended with the cum he'd had pumped into him by Bronx, over and over again during the course of the night. Now that it was so close to dawn, Brooklyn could only imagine how many times Lexington had been used as Bronx's cocksleeve. Probably more than either gargoyle had fingers and toes, considering that Brooklyn had been through the experience himself plenty of times in the nights since he'd been claimed by the powerful, thick-bodied gargoyle beast. He knew very well indeed that Bronx didn't seem to _have_any limits on his primal, savage lusts.

Even with the enhanced healing provided by the stone sleep, allowing both himself and Lexington to shrug off the majority of Bronx's ravishing during the night, Brooklyn also had to admit: the tightness of his tailhole returned as well. That meant every time was almost like the first time. More than that, even a gargoyle couldn't handle constant use, like what Bronx seemed to demand. Fortunately for both Brooklyn and Lexington, however, after some discussion with Hudson and Goliath, Bronx had finally relented slightly: now he allowed one of his bitches to go out on patrol every night, while the other stayed and served his seemingly endless needs. Tonight was Lexington's night. Brooklyn couldn't suppress a slight shiver as he recognized that he could just as easily have been the one under the brawny gargoyle beast, while Lexington was out and free and watching him being rutted.

Now, however, Brooklyn had what he felt would be an even better solution. What he had, was Demona.

"Hey, Bronx," Brooklyn greeted his master. "Had a fun night?"

Bronx only grunted in response, then shuddered as he came once more, before looking at Brooklyn curiously, and especially his blue-skinned prize, resting on his shoulder like a barbarian's captive. The red-skinned gargoyle smiled, then slowly eased Demona's loincloth up. Even as slutty as Demona had been in her life, using her body to gain control over numerous men in her life, her quim was as smooth and snug as a virgin hatchling's, the stone sleep doing for her what it did for Brooklyn and Lexington. Luckily, gargoyle women didn't have hymens, or Demona might have been in for some significant pain in her near future. As it was, she was going to be in for some serious discomfort.

As for Angela, she didn't have more than the vaguest inkling of an idea of what Brooklyn was planning. All she saw - all that filled her eyes as well as her mind right then - was Lexington, cute little Lexington, crying out loudly in his high-pitched voice as Bronx, driven into a state of renewed lust at the glimpse Brooklyn gave him of what lay beneath Demona's loincloth, started to really let loose, baring his sharp fangs as he really pounded the green-skinned gar-boy's taut, tight buns for all he was worth!

Cheeks flushed, Angela struggled within herself. Hudson and her father, Goliath, both said that what Bronx was doing to Lexington (and did to Brooklyn as well, from what she'd gathered) was simply a part of normal gargoyle life with gargoyle beasts. When a clan didn't have more than a single gargoyle beast, the primal creature needed to have its needs met in other ways, since it was far more instinctual than a two-legged gargoyle, and far more filled with savage lust. Broadway, dutiful young male that he was, had apparently accepted the word of his elders as law without question. Angela, too, accepted that what Bronx was doing to Lexington was simply the way things were, at least intellectually. That didn't mean she could quite accept it emotionally, not after being raised among humans.

Being raised among humans, Angela knew that what she ought to be feeling - whatever she might_think_ - was disgust and revulsion at the sight of sinful debauchery taking place so openly, so unrestrainedly. But...that wasn't what she felt. No, not at all.

Turning away with a sudden powerful effort of will, Angela hurried from the room, heading toward her own private chambers. A shower, yes, that would be perfect to help her right now. Nice and cold, too. Filled with strange sensations she only began to understand, Angela forgot about her human-taught modesty as she hurried up the stairs, unclasping her belt and leaving it on the stone steps, followed shortly afterward by her simple cloth shift as she bent forward, unwittingly giving anyone who might have been behind her a clear view of her marble-smooth pudenda and exquisitely tight tailhole, her supple tail hiking to the side to improve the view all the more, as well as cause her clearly-defined dimples of Venus to stand out.

At that moment, the only gargoyle on the stairs was Brooklyn, Demona still over his shoulder as he began to make his way down, toward the dungeons. He glanced up, his loincloth immediately tenting at the heady sight of young purple pussy presented for his viewing pleasure. The temptation was strong at that moment, almost overwhelming, to simply follow after Angela, seize her tail, and thrust his muzzle beneath it, to put his tongue to work in all the ways Demona had shown him during their tryst so long ago.

Ah, but Demona needed to be handled first. Brooklyn knew he had to wait, couldn't act on such impulses, however much his instincts called for him to sink his thick, uncut red shaft deep between those glistening purple lips, planting his seed firmly in her womb, making her belly swell with his eggs. As a gargoyle, duty always came before pleasure. Though, in this case, his duty was actually tied quite directly to matters of pleasure.

Calling Brooklyn the only gargoyle on the stairs, however, wasn't quite true: Bronx also appeared on the stairs, and he similarly shared a view of Angela's backside as she presented herself like a gargoyle beast in heat. Had Bronx not only just barely worked himself free of Lexington's rump, and wasn't filled with curiosity on what his taller, red-skinned bitch intended to do in the dungeon, Bronx might have decided to investigate Angela's obvious state of arousal with more interest and enthusiasm: there was no reason he couldn't claim a third bitch. Right now, however, there was something going on in the dungeon, and Bronx felt the need to investigate outweigh all other concerns at that moment. Besides, he'd been wanting his second bitch's fine piece of tail all day, and now he saw a prime opportunity to get just what he'd been lusting after.

Stepping into the dungeon at the bottom of the stairs, Brooklyn paused for a moment to survey the room. He'd only been down in Castle Wyvern's dungeon a few times, and never for very long. Technically, the lowest levels of Castle Wyvern now intersected with the top part of David Xanatos' skyscraper, the Eyrie Building, which made the castle's dungeon...well, Brooklyn wasn't really sure what you called the bottom part of a building on the top part of another one. He knew that Xanatos did occasionally make use of the dungeon, though not for its originally intended purpose, namely, to hold prisoners. Instead, Xanatos and his wife, Fox, were known to play some very interesting games in the Castle Wyvern dungeon, using the place in the more modern sense of the word than the medieval one. This, actually, was the primary reason why most of the gargoyles left the Castle Wyvern dungeons alone: Xanatos and Fox appreciated their privacy.

Selecting one of the far rooms, Brooklyn pushed it open, then stepped inside, lowering Demona to the flagstone floor. Fortunately for him, gargoyles tended to stay unconscious for longer than humans once they were knocked out; why, he didn't really know, but suspected it had something to do with their sleeping habits. All the same, he could tell from the way Demona stirred as he set her down that he didn't have much time left. Making the best possible use of what time he had, Brooklyn swiftly peeled off the blue-skinned gar-girl's loincloth and halter top, tossing them aside into a corner of the room, then paused just a moment to admire Demona's exquisite beauty.

All it took was a moment for Brooklyn to confirm that his previous infatuation with Demona hadn't been based on a false memory of her beauty: Demona was truly exquisite. Eternally youthful, she had the body of a she-gargoyle in the human equivalent of her early twenties, sculpted with a flawless warrior's physique, her lean, smooth musculature obvious beneath her supple, marble-smooth skin. Her breasts were perfect, far more gravity-defying than anything a human could ever hope to achieve, thanks to a gargoyle's more silicate nature and enhanced physicality. Demona's breasts, uncovered, were capped with deep indigo nipples, and were large for a gar-girl's; not that this was saying too much, in all honesty: gargoyles were built to be streamlined for flight, and thus only the heavier gargoyles, like Broadway or Constance, had any significant girth, sacrificing aerial agility and speed for brute strength and sturdiness. Running a hand down Demona's back, then up her tail, gripping its base to lift the flexible appendage, Brooklyn found it easy to compare Demona to a jungle feline. Yep, and those blue bits were just the way he remembered them, smooth and exquisitely tight. Brushing his fingers across Demona's bum and labia, parting them, Brooklyn nodded in satisfaction at the sight of that tense blue pucker, and equally blue outer and inner lips, a slightly darker hue than the sky blue of the rest of Demona's body, but not by much. Of course, if Brooklyn wanted to see pink, he'd have to spread Demona open very wide indeed, and he didn't think he had that sort of time.

Getting to business, Brooklyn took down a metal collar from the wall, one designed to hold even gargoyles. There were many such toys around this particular dungeon room. Though Xanatos didn't talk about it much (especially not now that he was married), he'd apparently been lovers with Demona before the gar-girl had betrayed him. Actually, the way Brooklyn had gathered from an idle comment here, a stray revelation there, Xanatos had picked up his love for BDSM from Demona, for whom the games played with whips and chains were actually a serious turn-on. Normally, she liked to be on top, something Brooklyn had found out for himself, but like many heavy tops, she had a serious love for being made to submit to a male that could really dominate her, and make her _feel_it. Brooklyn, unfortunately, hadn't fit that role, as he'd been far too new to sex when Demona took his virginity, and he lacked the self-confidence of a natural dominant. One of Brooklyn's strongest features, however, was that he could certainly learn.

Locking the collar around Demona's neck, Brooklyn soon added a sturdy ring to the base of Demona's tail. Once he had those basics in place, he dragged the stirring she-goyle over to the middle of the room, where several short chains with shackles protruded from where they'd been securely bolted into the flagstones. The work of a few moments was all it took, and just like that, Demona was locked into place, wrists and ankles secured by chains Xanatos had replaced when he'd been rebuilding the castle, using advanced alloys that not even gargoyles could break easily.

"Maybe now Bronx'll stop mounting me all the time," Brooklyn chuckled to himself as he looked Demona over, feeling his shaft hardening beneath his loincloth. "Now that he's got a new bitch to play with."

Truthfully, Bronx had_been riding Brooklyn and Lexington _very_hard the last two months. While the sex was kind of fun, it was also pretty...wearing, even with the stone sleep to heal him up. What Brooklyn missed most, he supposed, was the freedom that he'd had before he'd been made into a gargoyle beast's bitch, and was required to serve Bronx's needs first, even before his patrolling. Still, his service to Bronx wasn't _all bad: many times, while he'd been servicing Bronx with his mouth, he'd been serviced anally by Lexington, the lithe green gargoyle moaning as he pounded Brooklyn's buns from behind. That sort of fun, Brooklyn had to admit, was a definite perk of being Bronx's head bitch. Without the excuse of both of them serving Bronx's needs, Brooklyn wasn't at all sure that he and Lexington would have ever acted on the feelings they'd both felt, but not really understood. Well, Brooklyn hadn't understood them, anyway. Lexington, Brooklyn got the definite feeling, had a pretty good idea, even before his 'conversion.'

Hoisting Demona's tail up, Brooklyn carefully latched the ring he'd fastened about three-fourths of the way down its length to the collar around the she-goyle's neck, holding it in a permanently raised position. And just in the nick of time, too! Blinking, Demona started suddenly awake, the chains securing her limbs rattling as she tried to break free. Fortunately for Brooklyn, they held quite securely.

"What is this?!" demanded the enraged gar-girl, her eyes blazing fiery red as she glared at Brooklyn. "How dare you! You know what I'm capable of! You know what I'll do to you if you dare lay a hand on me. Now release me, whelp! Release me, or I'll..."

Brooklyn couldn't hold back a gulp at the threats that came out of Demona's mouth. She had a force of personality, and a raw talent for creative use of words, especially when describing acts of violence, that made the younger gargoyle shudder to his core. If she hadn't been chained down on all-fours like she was, he would probably have been in serious trouble. As it was, Brooklyn started back, and kept his distance throughout the skyclad, sky-blue gargoyle's verbalized rage.

Of course, it wasn't Brooklyn that Demona had to worry about.

Abruptly, Demona's tirade came to a complete and total stop, her jaw dropping, eyes widening in total shock. Then her eyes snapped shut, her head arching upward, while her back curved, her body tense, as the slick, luscious sound of a second long, drawn-out lick filled the cell. Bronx knew an offering when he saw one, and had decided to lay full claim to what was his.

"There you go, Bronx," Brooklyn urged the gargoyle beast. "She's all yours."

"No!" Demona screamed, her dominant tone finally starting to crack. "You can't do this to me! I'm a leader of gargoyles! I was the head of the clan while Goliath slept! You can't...ah! Aaah! OOOOOHHH!"

"I'm not the one doing anything," Brooklyn told Demona with a smug smirk, his arms folded as he watched Bronx greedily gnaw on Demona's presented pussy, demonstrating all the many advantages his vastly more flexible gargoyle beast muzzle had over a common canine's. "At least not until your new master's had his fun with you first."

After the warming up Brooklyn had done to her while she was unconscious, Bronx found Demona to be wet and slick and juicy, and Demona found that she couldn't resist her sexual assailant with anywhere near the ability she might otherwise have had. She'd managed to coax out an orgasm or two while trading sex for magical training from the Magus back at the old Csatle Wyvern in Scotland, so it wasn't any stretch for her to be able to enjoy sex with this exceptionally talented gargoyle beast. Ngh! Especially when he worked one of his foreclaws into her cunny, and curled it downward just so. Where'd Bronx learned something like that?

Struggling desperately now, right on the edge of total panic, Demona looked up at Brooklyn, her threats and demands now turned to desperate, high-pitched pleas for mercy. She knew, if she was mated by this beast - worse yet, if she climaxed while being mated - her will would break. Lexington knew a lot, but this was one secret he didn't know, and neither did Brooklyn: sex with gargoyle beasts was addictive. The effect wasn't quite as pronounced in gargoyle males, which was probably why the pair hadn't consciously realized what was happening to them, and why they found it so easy to accept their roles as Bronx's bitches. For a gar-girl, however, the effect was a lot faster, and a lot more overwhelming. Anal sex, with the stretching that accompanied it, just ensured that the transformation would occur all the faster.

If Bronx mated with Demona, she'd be turned into his willing slave.

Even as Demona thought it, her whole body tensed, her legs especially convulsing and kicking as the muscles along their length twitched in spasms - she was cumming! Screaming at the top of her lungs as her body betrayed her, Bronx's paw pumping roughly in and out of her squirting sex, Demona felt herself already losing control, losing herself to the power of a dominant gargoyle beast. Not caring who heard her in the castle above, Demona screamed again and again, while straining against the chains holding her fast. They held, however, and soon she slumped forward onto her face, her rump resting high in the air, her cheeks flushed a deep violet. Juices ran down Demona's legs, and sweat left her marble-smooth body bathed in a glowing sheen: she was ready to be mounted. Like it or not.

Willpower already on the edge, Demona looked up at Brooklyn pleadingly, all pretensions of dominance long forgotten, as she felt Bronx hopping up, the heavy weight of his forepaws on her presented bottom, gripping her with dexterity almost like that of true hands, lacking only the thumbs. Grunting softly, Bronx heaved himself up, and Demona gave another cry as she felt the beast's heavy penis slap down on her stone-smooth and _very_flushed cunny lips. But Bronx was in no hurry, and the expected penetration didn't happen...immediately. Instead, Bronx worked his hips, forward and back, taking his time, letting Demona feel just how powerful he was, just how dominating...and just how helpless she was to prevent him from laying full claim to her lithe, taut body. Positioned as she was, her head down, her tail forcibly hiked up and out of the way, her bottom thrust almost straight up, Demona had no chance to escape the stimulation brought to her by the underside of that girthy, vein-covered length of hard male meat. Her claws gouged into the stone beneath her feebly-struggling body, but this left only minor scratches on the permacrete Xanatos used instead of more common materials, all the better to make the dungeon truly gargoyle-proof. She tried to thrash her heart-shaped blue booty from side to side, out from under Bronx's cock, but the mighty gargoyle beast simply squeezed his paws together a little more tightly, holding her firmly in place, and making just that much more snug a channel for his slowly-thrusting shaft as he leaked copious precum all over the delicate petals of her smooth quim and the little blue rosebud of her tailhole.

"Get off!" Demona screamed at the top of her lungs as she finally felt Bronx's cocktip catch in her puffy folds, his hips shifting as he got himself into position. "Get ooooAAAAAAIIIEEEE!"

SCHLURP!

Baring his sharp teeth as he grit his jaws against her tightness, Bronx sank himself to the hilt in Demona, taking his time, drawing out the motion to make sure she felt every last thick, juicy, meaty inch. He growled in her ear as the bulb of his not-quite-inflated knot popped inside of her pussy, and ground his hips. Though he couldn't speak, Bronx's body language to Demona was clear: You're gonna be my bitch, Demona, and there's nothing you can do about it!

Just as Demona's head was lowering to the cool stone floor in defeat, Bronx suddenly jerked his hips back, the bulb of his knot popping free of the blue-skinned gar-girl's cunny, before he thrust home once more, all the way to the hilt, making Demona's bottom bounce with the hard slap of his hips against her firm-rounded buns. Now reaching forward, Bronx wrapped his powerful paws into the curve of Demona's hips, holding her with irresistible force at the perfect position for his maximum pleasure. After taking a short while to grind against her gushing quim, making sure Demona felt every instant of raw, nerve-tingling pleasure, the dominant, alpha gargoyle beast tensed his rump, shifting his legs slightly farther apart...and started to hump Demona with all his might!

During all of this, Brooklyn stood watching, his proud penis standing fully erect and dripping, until now it was slick with his precum as he stroked himself slowly, savoring every sensation of seeing the treacherous woman who'd taken his virginity get made into the bitch he'd always known she was. As Bronx pounded her blue booty with a will, Brooklyn's eyes followed the bounce of her buoyant breasts, her indigo nipples bobbing up and down with a machinegun rapidity. Her mouth was wide open now, and Demona was even more vocal now than she'd ever been when Brooklyn had been the one pumping her pussy, her long, pointed tongue lashing the air as she wailed like a banshee.

That open mouth gave Brooklyn an idea.

"I'll be right back," Brooklyn told the mating pair, lingering just long enough to capture the moment in his memory, of Demona being thoroughly rutted like Bronx's breeding bitch, screeching like a cat in heat as she was taken right to the roots of Bronx's brutally thick cock, her mouth wide open while Bronx drooled on her back, his hips hunching and thrusting and slapping against her taut blue buns. Then he turned, and hurried from the room, eager to get the item he'd thought of as quickly as possible, so that he could return with all possible speed.

With his hips a blur of motion, Bronx made Demona's bottom bounce with each thrust, until her supple, smooth flesh was a series of ripples that radiated out to her entire body. Then, with a loud bark and a sudden thrust, Bronx knotted with Demona, locking them firmly together. That was when he really opened up, shaking her backward and forward against her chains, his pointed cockhead prodding at the very gates of her womb with each thrust of rapidfire humping. Feeling the pressure within her building with the swelling of Bronx's knot, Demona wailed like a true she-demon, cumming again and again, until her whole world was swimming, her rump clenching with all her might, her inner muscles milking the immense bestial shaft plowing her defenseless sex, stretching her inner walls right to their limits.

Giving a deep, throaty grunt, Bronx felt his balls lift, and started to squirt into Demona, setting off another host of contractions within the squirming gar-girl beneath him as his cum splashed against her vaginal walls, her depths greedily sucking up every last drop of copious beastcum. After all his experience with his two male bitches, Bronx knew just how to gyrate his hips, to twist and thrust just so with his cumming cock, bringing the maximum pleasure to his newest slave bitch. Already, Demona's mind was reeling, her ability to resist her new master fading fast.

Slumping to the ground as Bronx gradually stopped his thrusting, then lifted one leg to turn around, his rump pressed against her own, Demona panted for breath, drooling like a dog herself. With that knot plugging her pussy, none of Bronx's cum was able to escape, and with so much of it being shot into her, she was already starting to feel more than a little bit...swollen.

"Please," she gasped out, desperately grasping for whatever lingering remnants of her will were left to her. "Please Bronx, please, don't make me a bitch. Don't...ah...Ah!...NOOOO!"

Hearing Demona's desperate pleas, Bronx only grinned, showing his many sharp teeth, and ground his taut rump against Demona's rounded buns, making her scream as another orgasm rocked her shackled, helpless body. Enflamed now with another burst of lust, Bronx turned and eagerly mounted Demona once again, never losing his erection, but his desire to mate enflamed anew by the squirming, squealing, cumming little she-bitch who'd joined his harem of slaves. Demona needed to be shown her place, and Bronx knew exactly how to do it.

Twisting to the side, so that he was standing over Demona, his body at a right-degree to her own, Bronx kept his hips working, thrusting down into her upturned cunny. Pressed almost flat against the floor, her breasts squeezed against the cool stone, Demona feebly clawed against the unyielding surface as Bronx thrust a few times, then turned slightly, then thrust a few times more, and turned again, corkscrewing her. Every few thrusts, his knot would almost pop free of Demona's well-stretched quim, before popping back into place all the more firmly, the softball-sized nodule of hard flesh squeezing right against her G-spot, making Demona's whole world reel, her juices the only thing able to escape her helpless body as she came...and came...and came!

"Mercy," panted Demona with the last of her swiftly-fading consciousness. "Mercy."

"Back!" said Brooklyn, hurrying back into the room, a ring gag held openly in his hands.

Dazed as she was, right on the verge of total collapse, Demona didn't recognize the gag for what it was at first - in all honesty, she was having trouble recognizing _anything_right then. But then Brooklyn gripped Demona's mouth as she opened it to keep begging with Bronx, and she blinked up at him in surprise, only for her eyes to widen in horror as he popped the gag firmly into place, then locked it behind her head.

"One of Lexington's mail-order toys," Brooklyn explained, grinning down at the whimpering blue gar-girl, then setting his heavily-leaking glans at the open gates of her pretty mouth. "It's not much use on a beak like mine, but mouths like his and yours...mmm, it feels sweet."

"Mmmm!" pleaded Demona, shaking her head as much as she could before Brooklyn gripped her red hair tightly in one strong talon, the other stroking his rigid shaft, making sure to squeeze out a copious dollop of precum right onto her long, pointed tongue, coating her tastebuds. "Mmm...mmm...mph!"

"Oooh yeah!" gasped out Brooklyn, his face showing an expression of rapturous delight as he sank to the back of Demona's throat...and then right into it, force-feeding her every inch of juicy gar-guy meat. "You're even better like this than you were in the Cloisters!"

Luckily for Demona, she was very experienced at giving professional-grade head. So experienced that even in the throes of the most intense, literally mind-destroying orgasms of her life, chained and naked and helpless while a randy gargoyle beast touched every hidden spot within her clenching, quivering female depths, she was able to relax her throat, and take Brooklyn without too much difficulty. She'd handled Goliath, after all, and if she could take that king-sized, potent purple prick all the way to his heavy balls, she could take anyone. Doing so had consequences, however, for as her throat muscles contracted, milking Brooklyn with instinctive skill, so did the muscles of her rear, her tense blue tailhole winking while her inner muscles flexed and stroked and clenched around the heavy male meat sunk so very, very deep within her. This was all it took to set herself off once more, and Bronx right along with her, as he threw back his head and _howled_in ecstasy, Demona's belly starting to swell as he filled her up with yet another copious load of beastcum.

Right then, Bronx's howl was well-timed, at least for the needs of an unexpected voyeur to the events taking place in the dungeon. For as Demona wailed around Brooklyn's thick red penis, and Brooklyn grunted in rising pleasure, and Bronx let loose with all the released pleasure of his whole soul, Angela found her own G-spot for the very first time with a delving finger, and couldn't hold back her own cry of ecstasy, only barely restrained as she bit down on her other hand to keep from giving herself away.

The cold shower hadn't helped, and when Angela stepped from beneath the water, slick and dripping wet, she couldn't help but hear the wails from the dungeon below. Even the touch of the terrycloth towel had been too much against the young gar-girl's sensitive purple skin, her nipples so erect they hurt. Her fantasies fueled, her budding desires piqued, she had to see what was happening to her mother! And so, from the moment Bronx had first sank his muzzle into Demona's snug blue quim, Angela had been watching, lurking in the shadows. Still completely naked, she'd hidden when Brooklyn had gone to get the O-ring gag, holding her breath lest that give her away. But Brooklyn hadn't seemed to notice her, probably too caught up in his eagerness to enjoy Demona's mouth to pay much attention to anything else.

Now Angela'a eyes were glued to Brooklyn's butt, clearly visible as his tail was lifted, lashing in arousal. When Angela had been first introduced to the younger gargoyles of the Castle Wyvern Clan, she'd immediately noticed that Brooklyn had the cutest butt, rounded and firm and so very, very squeezable. His buns were almost feminine, if not for his wider hips, and the slightly more square cut to his musculature, clear signs of his masculinity. Even then, watching his plump red balls sway between those solid thighs as he ravished Demona's mouth, while the wicked, captive gar-girl looked up at Brooklyn with a wide-eyed, pleading expression, Angela could picture herself fellating Brooklyn, her hands squeezing into that perfect, toned rear, just beneath his swishing, muscular tail, clawtips teasing against his perineum, and perhaps just a little into his tailhole...

"She's worked up enough, Bronx," Brooklyn got out, his voice already husky from the skill Demona showed in handling his penis, even unable to use anything more than her tongue and her throat. "It's time for those hot buns to get some attention."

Eyes rolling back into her head, Demona sobbed softly, before giving a high-pitched yelp! as Bronx jerked his hips back, his knot popping free. The moment that bulbous intruder was removed, a copious load of juices, his as well as hers, gushed from Demona's well-stretched sex, painting her inner thighs from blue to white. The gargoyle beast angled his hips a little higher, and Angela craned her head, her eyes huge as she caught sight of the very tip of that thick, meaty cock prodding around as Bronx shifted his stance a little...before it "caught" against Demona's tense blue tailring.

"No way," muttered Angela under her breath, her cheeks deeply flushed, her heart pounding in her chest. "There's just no way that can fit."

But it did, and Bronx proved it as he squeezed his length, slick and slippery with glistening juices, smoothly right to the hilt into Demona's bare blue buns, taking his time as he stretched her blue rosebud open nice and slow, his slightly conical cock almost perfectly designed for the job of sodomy - something to which Brooklyn and Lexington could readily attest! As soon as his hips began to indent her toned buttocks, Demona started to tremble all over, her body and mind finally reaching their ultimate limits. There simply wasn't any more that she could take!

Of course, that was when Bronx started to hump.

Tremors going off all over her body, Demona shuddered and thrashed against the chains holding her to the floor, and also against the two males spitroasting her from either end. Rather than her struggles being an attempt to escape, however, Demona was trying to thrust back into them both, meeting them in the middle as Brooklyn and Bronx found their pace, thrusting in unison, each slamming their hips forward, then pulling back, squeezing Demona between them like an accordion. Heavy red balls slapped against Demona's chin, while a set of big blue ones smacked her still-gushing cunny, each impact enough to make her quim tense and pulse with a series of small orgasms. Her eyes were almost completely blank then, her mind emptied of everything except the desire to please these two powerful males dominating her, her throat muscles visibly working as she pushed her oral skills to their limits, while clenching her shapely rump, all the better to give maximum stimulation to the gargoyle beastcock plundering her blue booty.

Demona had finally surrendered her will. She had finally been turned into a willing bitch.

Giving a sharp cry, Brooklyn suddenly pulled out, just as Bronx slammed himself all the way in, cum spurting from both their cocks, the spurts from Brooklyn's throbbing member painting Demona's pretty face and dark red hair, while Bronx, not knotting this time, whined in pleasure as more cum ran down the backs of his newest bitch's thighs. Unable to help herself, Angela's inner thighs started to shake, her body bathed in pleasuresweat as she shuddered through another quiet orgasm, more aroused by the scene before her than she'd ever thought possible.

Suddenly, Brooklyn started, looking up, even though there were no windows in the dungeon cell where they were.

"Oh jalapeno," he said with a wince of concern, even as Angela, reacting to the same instinct that had alerted Brooklyn, hurried up the stairs, desperate to reach her clothes before it was too late. "The sun's coming up. Come on, Bronx! We need to get going!"

Growling at one of his bitches telling him what to do, all the same Bronx dismounted, his heavy organ popping free of Demona's bottom, bouncing a few times before it gradually slid back into the gargoyle beast's sheath. With both cocks now out of her, Demona felt empty, both in mind as well as body. She slumped to the floor of the dungeon, as limp as a used dishrag, breathing slowly as her eyes closed.

"Don't worry, Demona," Brooklyn called out as he and Bronx ascended the stairs, hurrying toward the parapets where they'd enter the stone sleep. "We'll be back. After all, you're Bronx's bitch now. And," he added under his breath, "hopefully this means I won't have to be."

Hearing the muttered words, Bronx growled again, making it quite clear what he thought of Brooklyn's desire to shirk his duties. Obviously Brooklyn needed a good lesson in being a proper, submissive little bitch. But for now, that would have to wait. For now, the dawn was coming, and with it, the healing sleep of stone.