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Cheetara's Barbaric Encounter

Cheetara let out a sigh as she sat next to her mate Tygra, the rumble of the tank underneath them the only noise in the compartment. They were on their way to speak to a newly discovered species that called themselves humans. These creatures, from what she understood of them, were hairless primates with an almost scary ability to adapt to differing environments and an even more shocking ability to hunt creatures that normally should be far beyond their physical and technological capabilities to kill. These creatures had simply appeared one day and took the local environment by storm, killing and driving out many of the local predators and hunting many prey species to near extinction in an incredibly short amount of time. From what she understood, they had iron age level weapons, but did not clad themselves in armor, leaving the precious metal for their weapons. It was laughable compared to the technology of her people, but that seemed to not hamper these humans at all.

From what she had read of them from encounters by other societies and cultures, they were a vicious, territorial and surprisingly capable species that started to spread through the surrounding territories at an almost geometric rate. The other cultures around them were starting to throw up red flags as the humans encroached on their native lands. The Thundercats were called in after a brutal night assault by the humans on a Thunderian village that left half the population dead and the other half taken captive. It was theorized that they had taken them for slave labor, but that theory sat ill with Cheetara. If they wanted simple laborers, then why did they take only women?

Cheetara and Tygra had been dispatched to investigate these newcomers and ascertain their potential threat to the people of Thundera as a whole and if punitive actions should be taken against these strange naked apes.

“We should just wipe these barbarians of the face of the planet,” She muttered to herself, causing her mate to look up at her with confusion. “I am sorry, did you say something?” Tygra asked timidly, as if speaking to her was the most dangerous thing he could possibly do. “No...I am fine, Tygra,” She responded stiffly, not willing to meet his gaze as he looked at her, feeling a little ashamed at her callous words. Tygra just shrugged helplessly and turned his attention back to driving.

The tension between them was almost palpable as their relationship had hit a rocky patch ever since Mumm-Ra’s defeat. That rocky patch could be traced to one big thing...Tygra could not satisfy her sexually and could not give her children. She never reached a climax with him and despite trying several times to get pregnant, they were profoundly unsuccessful. Several medical tests showed that Cheetara was actually perfectly healthy and fertile and that the problem laid with Tygra’s weak sperm. Eventually, they just stopped trying for kids and their home lives devolved into frigid and simple interactions that could and often did explode into vicious arguments.

This caused some severe tensions between the couple and it had started to translate to their working environment as well. They had gotten into an incredibly volatile argument right before a meeting with the rest of the team and their hateful and bile filled words to one another were heard by everyone. It had gotten to the point that King Lion-O had to step in and chastised them by telling them to leave their “baggage at home.”

Cheetara let out another sigh and was about to try and talk to Tygra again, but she felt the tank slowing down and looked up. Ahead was the human village and she let out an irritated grunt at what she saw:

Situated around a grand central fire pit, the human settlement was the epitome of a barbarian outpost. A great totem stood in the center of the camp and depicted the snarling visages of dangerous predators and fantastical beast alike. Their huts were made of stretched skins and furs suspended on wooden frames that could be broken down quickly when needed.

“They have no constants,” Cheetara muttered, “Their entire society is modeled around the ability to get up and move at a moment’s notice.” She clicked her tongue at that and shook her head. She was already on her way to dismissing these primitives as threats to her people, but a niggling suspicion in the back of her mind told her not to be dismissive of their abilities. After all, they had overcome a fully armed and equipped Thunderian village in a span of what the survivors said was a few minutes . They had hit the town so fast and so hard that the villagers had no time to react and had overwhelmed the better equipped town guards. So, she cautioned herself against underestimating these creatures, despite their apparent lack of sophistication.

Tygra just nodded at her statement, since he was unsure if he should agree or disagree with his mate due to her recently very fowl temper. So he settled for just being quiet and agreeing with her.

Cheetara grumbled at that. She wanted a mate, not some limp dicked pansy who couldn’t even talk to her without being terrified of upsetting her. “FUCK, I need to get laid,” She screamed in her mind and she knew that would set it all right, but Tygra just didn’t have what it took to satisfy her anymore. “If he ever had that ability.” She thought nastily as she watched human warriors step from their huts.

They were obviously kin to primates as a whole, tall and broad shouldered, with thickly muscled chests and heavily corded arms. They had the general primate shape, but unlike their obvious cousins, they stood fully upright and were not as massively developed in the shoulders and chests as their distant cousins. From what she could see, they were nearly hairless, with only patches across their bodies and the only parts of them covered entirely by hair was the tops of their heads and for the males, their jawlines. They were clad in furs and tanned hides that were splashed with color in some places and wore their hair braided with ornamental stone beads and bone fetishes. Some even wore the stretched hides of what she could have sworn to be Thunderians, but she insisted that her mind was playing tricks on her.

The warriors formed a line in front of their village between the tank and the huts and brandished iron tipped spears and primitive swords in challenge to this unknown machine. While Cheetara knew that iron age weaponry was next to useless against their tank’s armor, she couldn’t help but get a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach while looking at the hulking warriors, but a secret thrill ran up her spine as well. They were primal, untamed and surprisingly attractive to her sexually starved mind. She quickly banished that thought and chastised herself for even considering these savages in a sexual light. She had a mate and was ready to stick it out with him, no matter the difficulties they had...but it didn’t stop her mind from wondering.

Tygra brought the tank to a halt and cut the engine before turning to her and nodding. “Are you ready?” He asked softly and she just nodded in response, “Let's get this over with.” She growled as she hit the release on the tank's hatch and climbed out, giving her mate a good look at her orange clad backside as she pulled herself out of the tank and dropped to the ground. Tygra followed suit shortly and they slowly walked towards the warriors.

As they approached, they could hear them talking to one another in their native tongue, thick and growling. It sounded more like the grunts of animals than actual language, but it was clear that they were communicating. She stopped and looked at Tygra who nodded in return at hearing them speak, he started to fish for something from his belt. A portable translator that they had built to help with talking to these beings, but one of them spoke up before Tygra had even fished it free of his belt.

“Greetings, Thunderians,” One of them said in thickly accented common, “What brings you to our village?”

This stopped both of them in their tracks and caused them to gape at the gathered humans in surprise, which caused the warriors to laugh in response. “Do you think that we are idiots and cannot learn your language?” That same one asked with a rumbling laugh, “Our new pets have taught us well.” He waved his hand and three completely naked female Thunderians were brought forth. They had glassy looks in their eyes and happy smiles on their faces. The only thing they wore at all, were rough leather collars with crude bells attached to them and their naked bodies were daubed in ritualistic symbols and markings across their breasts, bellies and above their apparently well used vaginas. “Say hello to your kin, pets.” The speaker ordered with a laugh and as one they chimed out in greetings to the shocked pair before them.

Cheetara’s blood BOILED at the sight of her people so debased, but a dark part of her mind thrilled at it. The happy expressions on their faces and the swollen looks of their reddened cunts triggered an almost primal desire within her. She could feel her own pussy growing moist at the thought of being used like these three ladies were. She squashed that thought down, but it continued to linger in the back of her mind, just the thought of being used by these savages sending an almost electric shock of desire through her sex deprived brain.

Tygra bared his teeth at the naked women and spat, “This is wrong and I will NOT stand for it!” He snapped out his weapon and growled deep in his throat. In response, the warriors raised their weapons and pointed their wickedly sharp spear tips at the two Thunderians. “I am going to put an end to your brutality right now!” Tygra growled. He was about to engage, but the sound of a familiar voice both stopped and surprised him.

“I want to speak to your leader,” Said a female voice, and for a moment Cheetara looked around confused, but then she realized that it was her who spoke up. Her eyes widened and she looked at Tygra and was taken aback by his confusion, yet something made her continue, “I think we can come to an agreement that is pleasing for all parties involved,” She said with growing confidence and boldly stepped forward to put herself between Tygra and the human warriors.

Tygra’s face grew incredulous at her declaration. “You cannot be serious Cheetara,” He spat, “They are barbarian slavers that have KILLED our people! They are animals and should be treated as such!”

Cheetara turned and looked back at Tygra with a sneer on her face, “Tygra...I hate to point this out, you moron, but we are outnumbered thirty to one.” She hissed through clenched teeth, “And do I need to remind you that the King told us to try and find a diplomatic solution to this situation?” Tygra’s face fell at that with confusion and hurt crossing his features. “Now, sit there and be quiet, so that cooler heads can prevail.” She then looked back to the savages and nodded, “So...are you going to take me to your chieftain or not?”

The hulking translator gave a laugh at her bold question and nodded, “Seems like the men of the Thunderians take orders from their wenches!” He snickered and turned, “Come with me.” He motioned for her to follow as he walked through the gathered gaggle of warriors. She set her jaw and despite the continued protestations of Tygra, walked boldly through the human savages.

It was almost a physical assault on her senses as she passed through their ranks but her frustrated mind welcomed that assault with an eagerness that shocked her. Her eyes feasted on their powerful bodies and basked in their raw masculinity. The smell of sweat, roughly cured fur and just the raw scent of a gathered group of men in their prime almost made her head spin and, to her shame, made her long denied desires burn in her chest.

The way they were looking at her did not help. Their eyes ran over her in unabashed and unashamed desire. They followed her curves and the swell of her breasts with obvious interest and Cheetara could hear a few of them muttering in their guttural language and letting out lecherous laughs. She did not need to understand their language to have an idea of what they were saying.

She wanted to be angry at their seemingly crude remarks and rather lecherous gazes, but she was secretly thrilled to be paid such attention by so many men. By comparison, Tygra’s aloof attentions as of late were not even noteworthy and she drank in these men’s attention with an eagerness comparable to a Thunderian lost in the desert finding an oasis. She started to strut, rolling her hips and swaying her chest as she walked. It made her feel like such a slut doing this, but their hungry eyes on her body sent electric sparks of pleasure through her sex deprived mind. Her core was heating up rapidly at the attention and she could feel wetness running down the insides of her thighs and she desperately hoped that none of these savages would notice her arousal.

She let out a surprised squeak as a calloused hand sunk its powerful fingers into her full and firm asscheek in a powerful grip. Her mind was lit aflame by the surprise attention and she actually prompted her bubble butt up into the gripping palm before her mind snapped back to reality. She looked back at the barbarian with what she had intended to be a sneer, but ended up only looking like she did not want him to stop. The crowd as a whole laughed at this and they spoke several things in their language that suspiciously sounded like vulgar insults and comments on her sexual activities...and despite everything her much higher education and more cultured society would say about those statements, she loved it.

She emerged from the crowd, flushed and ashamed of her enjoyment of their obviously crude comments. She could feel her inner thighs starting to moisten at the thought of that group simply throwing her to the ground and ripping her clothes off-. “Stop!” She whispered to herself. She couldn’t believe that she was getting aroused at the thought of being roughly taken by this mob of barbarians.

The guide looked back and grinned at her flushed state. “Keep up, kitten! You might get lost and you do not want to fall afoul of the warriors who are less controlled,” He tilted his head and grinned even wider as he saw her flushed featured, “Or maybe you do?”

“I would never...how dare you?!” She sputtered, trying to sound indignant, but he just laughed at her and walked into the village proper. She was furious at his insinuations, but she could not deny that her body and mind had different ideas on that subject. She shook her head in an attempt to empty her mind of such troubling thoughts and followed him into the heart of the village.

As she looked around the place in an attempt to clear her mind, she could see women and children working and playing, but she could also see Thunderian women lazing about naked or helping the human women with their chores. At first she was disgusted by this obvious use of slave labor, but then she saw their faces. They all had expressions of pure contentment and it seemed that they enjoyed their dramatically reduced societal statuses. Every one of them, from the slimmest cheetah or puma to the curviest of lion or tiger, had a look of pure joy at their suddenly submissive status.

He led her up to the largest hut, a great, almost circus tent sized construction with a great horned skull mounted at its peak and two armed warriors standing to either side of its entrance. Her guide stopped and nodded to her, “Here is Chief Randolph’s hut, Kitten, go speak with him.” He gave her another toothy grin as he spoke, “I think he will be just as amused by you as the rest of us.” Without another word, he left her standing in front of the two guards who themselves were exploring her rather shapely form with their hungry eyes.

She took a deep breath and sighed in an attempt to calm her rattled nerves and haggard mind, but rather comically failed at both. She nodded to the guards and walked up to the entrance without hesitation. She expected the guards to try and stop her, but they just nodded in return, small smiles on their faces as she pushed through the rough leather flap above the threshold.

Inside, it was dim and smoky, a great firepit in the center of the room and large tables set in great rows across the room, trophies of great hunts or conquests lined the walls. She figured it was some kind of feasting hall or communal gathering place, but as her eyes rapidly adjusted to the low light, she saw something that immediately ended any considerations of the hut’s decor.

A great throne dominated the back of the hut, made of beaten iron and gilt with stolen treasure. It rested on a raised platform and was framed by lit braziers made of beaten iron. At the foot of that throne rested two naked Thunderian women with collars around their necks, their bare flesh covered in ritual markings and tattoos to declare ownership, but who sat on that throne and how they were servicing him drew her attention more than anything.

He was the epitome of masculinity, with arms corded like hawsers and a barrel like chest. His legs were like tree trunks and his hands were massive and gnarled, with bulging finger joints emphasising repeated breaks and dislocations he endured throughout his brutal life. He was not some over muscled freak, but a hulking brute, built by years of a harsh life in dangerous environments. His thickly muscled frame was crisscrossed with badly healed scars and burn marks. His face was a brutal example of his primitive heritage, with a broad sloping forehead and a lantern like jaw. His hair was coarse and the color of pitch with just a little bit of grey coming in at the temples, it was tightly braided back so it would not fall into his eyes and his beard was braided into two thick tails that ran down his scarred chest. His skin showed years of wear and tear, becoming tanned and sun leathered with the bright pink of recent scars showing against his darkly tanned skin. The only clothing he wore was a pair of hide boots, a belly plate of valuable iron, and a roughly tanned loincloth that hung down past his knees, currently moved aside to allow his two ‘pets’ to service him.

However, what drew her attention more than his brutish frame, was the obscenely large cock that the two Thunderian women were busily running their tongues across and planting affectionate kisses on its mushroom shaped head. It was HUGE, easily twice Tygra’s length and nearly three times as thick. Near finger thick veins ran across its huge shaft and near grapefruit sized nuts hung heavily beneath that monstrous cock and were prime targets for the two servants to grip and roll.

The raw erotic sight of what was before her, sent a surging wave of desire arching through her sexually deprived body, like a tidal wave hitting the shore. She felt her body heat up and her sensitive nipples tenting the fabric of her tight outfit. She should have been disgusted by this display and she would have been if she had been in her right mind, but after months of dealing with Tygra’s deficiencies and her own problems, her mind was not in a right state to deal with the men in the village, much less with this shrine to masculinity that was seated before her.

As if he had heard her thoughts, the barbarian raised his gaze from his two pets and his shockingly blue eyes locked with hers. “Hello, Thunderian,” He growled in near perfect Thunderian language, with a voice that sounded like the rumble of a long, dormant volcano awakening, “Welcome to my home.” He tilted his head with a smile, showing off surprisingly white teeth, “I am Warchief Randolph and I am curious to know why a Thunderian woman of such beauty comes to meet me unescorted.” He gave a deep chuckle which was followed by a sigh of pleasure as one of the ladies servicing him ran her rough tongue across his cockhead. “I was told that you arrived with a male that was boisterous and aggressive to my warriors, but at the same time timid and meek when you spoke to him.” He gave a snicker at that, “So I assume that he is your subordinate and you are here to speak to me about the raid on one of your villages earlier.” He gave her a wide smile, “Approach and name yourself, Thunderian.”

Cheetara swallowed audibly at the sight before her and nodded, trying to collect her scrambled thoughts in the face of what was before her. “Yes,” She blinked a few times and stepped up before Randolph's throne on slightly unsteady knees. The sight before her was so erotic to her sex starved brain that it took nearly every ounce of her self control not to pounce on the primate and beg him to fill her with that titanic cock of his. “My name is Cheetara and I am an ambassador from King Lion-O of Thunderia,” She declared, “And I bring both a greeting and a warning,” She hoped that she was sounding commanding and imperious, but her unsteady voice took the power out of her words, “We welcome you to our world, but we will NOT tolerate violence against us in any way and will take the necessary actions to defend our people.” The whole time she had to force herself to not look at the barbarian’s throbbing cock which was still being worshiped by the two slaves.

Randolph smiled at her unsteady words and her constant looks at his thick cock, “Indeed, I am certain you will do whatever it takes to protect your people.” He flexed his cock, causing it to jerk upward and drool thick beads of precum from its urethra and Cheetara’s eyes followed his throbbing cock, her dilating pupils locked on that pulsating tower of cockmeat. “...But it seems you are far more interested in things other than statecraft, lady Cheetara.” He gave a snicker at her suddenly ashamed look. “If you wish to take care of your desires beforehand, my lady...I will be more than willing to aid you in that effort.” He grinned as he spoke, his surprisingly white teeth glinting in the low light.

Cheetara flushed even deeper as she heard his final suggestion. She wanted to deny his question, she wanted to insult him for his lewd and preposterous proposal, but her eyes could not leave his throbbing cock. If she would have been in her right mind, she would have insulted this crude primate and gave him the King’s ultimatum before storming out of the hut, but with everything that had happened and Tygra’s inability to perform...the offer slammed into her mind like a hammer striking an anvil. She shuddered at the thought and shook her head, trying to fight back the desire to join the other two ladies polishing their owner’s cock.

“I...I can't do...that,” Cheetara stammered, her eyes clenching shut to shut out the sight of Randolph and his monster of a cock. “I already have a mate,” A statement that was supposed to sound defiant, but only sounded regretful to the hulking barbarian king. “And he is...just outside…” She trailed off, the thoughts of their vicious fights and the frigid nature of her home life racing through her skull. It had been so long since someone paid so much attention to her and even longer since she had any form of sexual release…

“That means little to me, my dear,” He stated while patting the head of one of his ‘pets’ and her purring up at him, “They do not miss their mates at all and it is just an offer to relieve some of that stress before we speak on matters of statecraft,” Randolph said with a wide smile. “Besides, you look like you are ready to fall over.”

She looked at him, her eyes wide and her pupils dilated. She could feel his potent, manly musk hit her nostrils. She wanted his cock, no NEEDED it! Her core was burning and her mind was tumbling down into an abyss of desire, brought on by frustration and anger. She would have never considered doing this at any other time in her life, but she needed it more than anything else right now.

“Y-Yes,” She said with a trembling voice, unable to look at the brutish barbarian and acting like a young woman with her first mate, “I...a-accept your offer.” She said as if in trance, her body shaking from desire and shame.

His eyes lit up at that and a wide grin split his face, “Now, lady Cheetara, come here. If we are to discuss things, we must get this out of the way quickly.” His ever polite tone rang in her head as she felt herself approach his throne, as if her body was acting without her consent.

For a moment Randolph's eyes roamed over her glorious body like a hungry predator, before he reached out with his powerful hands and grabbed her by her wide hips and lifted her up as if she weighed nothing. He turned her around until her back was towards him and slid her into his lap. His great cock slid between her thighs and across her cuntlips through her tight outfit, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. His hands then slid up her delicious body, across her toned belly and up to her luscious breasts. His great paws went immediately to work, kneading and pinching those proud teardrop shaped tits through her tight outfit.

Cheetara let out a groan of pleasure, her eyes half lidded as she started to grind herself against him, pressing her wonderfully heart shaped ass against his groin as his cock pressed tightly against her still covered pussylips. Her mind was in a state of shock and her body was taking over. From the moment that he touched her for the first time, all reason left her and pure instinct took over. She leaned back against him and ground herself against him like an animal in heat. She was barely able to think or reason as she felt his fingers dig into her bodysuit and YANKED, ripping away great chunks of it to allow her delicious breasts to bounce free. Teardrop shaped and capped with pert and large nipples, they were glorious to say the least and his rough hands quickly sought them out. He pinched her pink nipples between his fingers as he kneaded her luscious breasts, his calloused hands working across her soft flesh drawing a deep, guttural moan from the needy woman in his lap.

“Feel good, kitten?” Randolph growled as she writhed in his lap, “If you want my cock, show off that tight little cunt of yours, press it against my cock and show me how much you want to feel me inside of you!” He hissed in her ear before nibbling on her earlobe as she groaned in his lap.

She did not hesitate, her lust addled mind working overtime as her clawed fingers raced down to her boiling hot groin and shredded the covering of her soaked twat. Her cunt was swollen and puffy, with her clit standing out like a bright cherry against her slick cuntlips. Without a moment's pause, she lifted her legs and set her feet down on the arms of the throne and lifted herself up above that thick cock, her juices dripping down onto Randolph's throbbing shaft. She then pressed her boiling hot pussy down against his throbbing cockhead and started to grind, trying to work that oversized cock into her sopping wet pussy. She MOANED as she felt the largest cock she had ever seen on a man slowly stretched her slick cuntlips open around it.

“That is it, my kitten,” Randolph snarled as he pinched her nipples and pulled her perky breasts into cones before letting them snap back to shape, “But I think you have waited long enough,” He snaked his hands up under her knees and lifted her up, as he laced his fingers behind her head in an almost full nelson style grip. “I am going to fuck you now, Kitten...and I am going to fuck you like the animal you are.” Cheetara had only a moment to register what he was saying before he SLAMMED her down his cock.

Cheetara SCREAMED as her cunt was stretched so wide that she thought she would burst. A large bulge appeared above her groin as that obscene cock stretched her beyond anything she ever believed she would encounter. That massive cock hammered deep into her boiling hot pussy and slammed against her cervix at the end of each brutal thrust. She felt pain, it was only logical that she would with a cock that size going into her rarely used reproductive organ, but she also felt the greatest pleasure she had ever felt in her life rip through her gorgeous body.

Her back arched as much as it could, considering her hunched over state as her cunt CLAMPED down on that massive cock. Femcum squirted over Randolf’s throbbing cock as she howled her pleasure to the smokey roof above. She had just orgasmed from the first brutal thrust into her attention starved cunt, but it was just getting started. Randolph didn’t give her any time to adjust or prepare for the second or third brutal thrust into her stretched fuckhole, as he just pounded her up and down his shaft like a piston with no care for her pleasure or comfort and Cheetara loved every minute of it.

“OH FUCK!” Cheetara howled breathlessly, her body jerking with each hammering fuckthrust into her compressed body. Her large breasts bounced wildly as he used her to satisfy his urges. Each of Randolph's thrusts drove more and more air from her lungs as he slammed her down his cock and left her a breathless wreck atop him. “Fuck me...fuck me!” She panted, barely able to breath as he forced another mind cracking orgasm from her needy body. “FUCK ME, YOU MONSTER!” She screamed as he slammed her down hard enough that his huge cockhead slammed through her cervix and into her aching and needy womb. Her body spasmed at that penetration, as she had never felt her womb explored by a cock. At first she felt pain, but then the most powerful orgasm she could have imagined ripped through her like an earthquake splitting a faultline.

Cheetara screamed at the top of her lungs as her eyes half rolled up into her head. Femcum squirted out in a torrent around his pounding cock and soaked his balls. Her orgasm was so great that her juices splattered across the faces of the two women sitting on either side of Randolph's tree trunk like legs.

So lost in her pleasure, she didn’t hear him say something to his pets and certainly did not hear them both get up and leave. The only thing she could focus on was the feeling of being pistoned up and down that titanic shaft and the sensation of that massive cockhead slamming against the back wall of her eager womb.

Cheetara did not know how long this went on or how many orgasms he had ripped from her screaming body. Her mind grew more and more distant and her body embraced the animalistic pleasure she had been so long denied. Her eyes had half rolled up in her head and her tongue was lolling from her lips as she mewled like a cat in heat, which was pretty close to the truth of the situation.

She didn’t hear the rough growls and the sounds of conflict coming from outside or the shouts of denial as someone was assaulted. She didn’t hear anything but the hammering of her heart and the brutal slap of flesh on flesh. So what came next came as a complete surprise to the cock addled cat.

“That is right, my slutty little cat,” Randolph growled into her ear, “Cum for me like the animal you are,” He rumbled as he slammed Cheetara up and down his throbbing cock. “Tell me...what do you want more than anything?”

Cheetara let out another moaning shriek as another orgasm ripped through her slick cunt. “Your cock,” She said breathlessly and her eyes rolled in their sockets. “I did not hear you, Kitten,” He growled, “Speak up, slut, or I will stop!” Randolph threatened and slowed his lung pounding pace to emphasize his intent.

“I WANT YOUR COCK!” She screamed as best she could, her mind finally broken. Her body jerked in sympathetic release as another soul shattering climax ripped through her body. “I WANT YOUR CUM!!” She screamed again in a manic attempt to get her abuser to continue, “KNOCK ME UP LIKE THE SLUT IN HEAT I AM!” Cheetara howled to the heavens in rabidly desperate attempt to get the savage king to speed back up and give her something that Tygra never could...a child.

“I thought so,” He rumbled out a laugh as he leaned back, “Oh look, seems we have company now,” He growled into her ear. “Your so called ‘mate’ is quite enjoying the show.”

Cheetara’s eyes flew wide at that and she looked up as best she could and what she saw caused a tidal wave of shame and a thrill of taboo to impact her cock addled mind. Tygra was restrained in front of the throne, his arms bound by thick iron chains and his pants pulled down to reveal his presentable but laughably inferior cock. Randolph's two concubines were stroking and licking that turgid shaft and behind him stood several warriors holding the ends of the chains. His mouth was gagged and a look of utter humiliation saturated his yellow eyes. “...So tell me Kitten, who is better, me or this pathetic male in front of us?” Randolf hissed in her ear as he picked up his pace one more. “Tell me, who would you rather get bred by me or him?”

Cheetara couldn’t believe what she saw. Tygra could barely get it up for her normally and now he was hard as a rock at the sight of her being stretched by a cock the size of her forearm. “Fuck him,” She thought, her lust addled mind making decisions without considering the consequences, “He does not want me anymore and I do not want him!”

As she was pistoned up and down Randolph's cock once more, Cheetara’s lust addled mind made it’s choice in less than a second, “I WANT YOU!” She howled, her body bucking from one mind breaking orgasm to another. “FILL ME WITH YOUR SEED AND GIVE ME THE BABY THIS LIMP DICKED PRICK COULDN’T!”

Tygra’s heart sank as he heard Cheetara spout these words, but he had never been as hard as he was in his life at that moment. The sight of his former mate being stretched out around a cock that literally dwarfed his own and the two ladies working his shaft made him hotter than he had ever been.

Cheetara on the other hand hit a new high of pleasure as Randolph sped up, her mind being turned into chewed bubblegum by the animalistic sensations roaring through her fuck addled body. “You are going to teach us how to use your tech...you are going to bear our children...and your entire species will kneel before us in the end,” He growled in her ear as he slammed her down on his cock over and over. “You belong to me Kitten, now and forever,” He said with a feral grin, before he slammed her down one last time and his balls let loose their potent cargo.

It was a titanic cumshot, one that flooded her fertile womb in a torrent of his thick wadd and bulged out her belly with the raw amount of life giving sperm. He stuffed into her eagerly pulsing womb, flooding her Fallopian tubes. Deep inside of her, his aggressive sperm sought out her egg in a titanic struggle, slamming against the outer coating as they attempted to breach her fertile ova in an attempt to fulfill their life cycle. Many were sacrificed to weaken the barrier, until one finally crashed through and merged with that life giving little orb. Their DNA merged in a cross breed that finally fulfilled Cheetara’s wish for a kid and would doom the Thunderian race to an existence as slaves for the rest of their species’ existence.

Cheetara HOWLED her pleasure to the heavens as her mind checked out fully. Her orgasm was so great that femcum squirted out in a gusher, splattering against the floor in front of her chained up, despondent and incredibly aroused former mate.

When Randolph's cumshot finally subsided, he pulled her up off his cock in a shower of his thick cum and he uncerimoniously dropped her spasming form to the floor, causing even more of his baby batter to squirt from her overstuffed cunt. She let out a mewling groan and rolled over onto her front in the expanding pool of jizz and her own fluids and smiled up at her new master. “Kitten do good~?” She asked in a mewling, almost singsong voice and he nodded in return. “That you did and I think you should decide what we do with this pathetic male you used to call your mate,” he said as he waved towards the stunned Tygra.

She looked to her former mate and smiled widely at him.“He is strong, but he cannot get a woman pregnant to save his life,” She said with that same half crazed mewling voice, “I do not care what you do to him, he means nothing to me anymore.” Randolph grinned at that and nodded to the warriors holding the unfortunate Thunderian’s chains. As they drug him from the hut, he screamed into his gag at Cheetara, who did nothing but rub her face against her new master’s leg.

“This is a small start,” Randolph rumbled, his eyes alight, “But our tribe will grow and soon the whole world will belong to our sons and daughters.” He looked down at Cheetara as he said this, his cold eyes boring into her happy ones. “And you will help me take it from your kind.”

Cheetara’s only response to the declared doom of her civilization was to mewl in happiness and rub up against the inside of her master’s thigh, just like the domesticated housecat she had become.

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