Gnoll Gnut Gnovember
A female adventurer was captured and at the mercy of a tribe of horny gnolls.
Clip-clop. Clip-clop. Were it not for the howling winds of the biting cold evening, the sound of several a horse-drawn wagons could be heard across the open plains. As the sun fell, a woman clad in rough and tumble leather armor cast her gaze over to the merchant wielding the reigns. A gauntlet lifted to brush the dirty blonde hair from her own green eyes before she shouted out into the wind, "We need to find a place to make camp!" She pointed out to a large rock formation that sat just off the road nearby. "That will provide enough cover, we can circle the wagons there!"
The merchant nodded his understanding and within a few moments they reached the large boulders. The rock formation consisted of three large boulders loosely forming a triangle. Each wagon was nestled between the various rocks to fill in the walls of the triangle. The guard hopped from the wagon and immediately set to starting a campfire. Luckily, for the trip they had packed away enough wood and stone to form a firepit that could easily last them through the night. The other guards and merchants followed suit, assisting in the task.
The merchant who had been riding with the female guard spoke up finally as things settled and they all huddled around the fire which had been guarded against the wind thanks to the natural stone formations and the wagons encircling them. "So, what was your name again..?" He was an older man, and his wrinkled brow lifted a bit as he smiled and poked into the flames with a stick.
"Ivana. Ivana Nolson." she stated rather flatly. She offered no smile in return and if anything closed up more than she had already found herself. Her legs pressed together as she leaned over her knees and wrapped her arms around them, curling up enough to help retain her body heat in this cold environment. It was in the light that her green eyes really took a shine, becoming very noticeable to those around her. She had a very striking and obvious presence amongst the group.
He nodded and smiled, "That's a pretty name. It's rare that anyone is willing to work this time of year, much less female adventurers.. Y'know, with the gnolls being particularly.. Active.. Right now." He glanced back to the fire and stared into it. "What made you accept the job?" he asked genuinely. "The rut is an incredibly dangerous time of year for adventurers like yourself." he further prodded. The other guards and merchants all nodded their agreement, it was then that the realization dawned on a few of them that she was the only woman in the group.
Ivana heaved a heavy sigh and shook her head, "Well, it's because of the rut that I am able to make a decent bag of coin." She replied with the first smile, "It's as you say. It's especially dangerous for women, but dangerous for everyone this time of year.. This drives the prices up, and is the best time to take up contracts.." As the heat finally began to soak in she slowly loosened her hold on herself and sat up more straight. "Besides, I'm in a little bit of a tight spot and really needed the extra gold. That's all you really need to know." she muttered without taking her eyes off the flames.
The merchant nodded once more, acknowledging her lack of desire to speak before standing up walking to his cot. "Alright well, let's all get some rest. We'll leave the watch duty to the guards." He said as he pulled the blanket up over his shoulders and turned his back to the group. The rest of the merchants and some of the guards followed suit, leaving Ivana and two others on first watch. She sighed softly, closing her eyes for a moment. The soft crackle of fire against the whaling winds overhead was almost haunting, but somehow soothing for her. She opened her eyes a moment later and glanced around at the other guards who all nodded at her. She returned the nod and looked back down into the fire.
A few hours past and her shift was almost up. She just needed to stay up a little longer. It was so incredibly cold, however, and she just needed a blanket. She stood up and walked over to one of the wagons. Spare gear, equipment and supplies were found on this wagon and she set down her blade to take a blanket. With a grunt and aggravated sigh she trudged back to the fire and planted herself on a rock. Ivana flapped out the blanket and in a swift motion bundled herself up into it. Satisfied, she glanced to the other guards. They were all asleep, leaning against the wagons and nearby smaller boulders. She laughed silently to herself and closed her own eyes. After all, her shift was almost up. What could possibly happen in such a short period of time? She earned a head start on her rest. Just as she felt herself nodding off, she could smell something sharp against her nostrils. Salt, in the air? But.. There was no ocean nearby..
The sound of wood tumbling to the ground suddenly rang out. Ivana's eyes shot open and she quickly glanced around. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of a gnoll on top of one of the wagons, and another within the circle. He had knocked over a pile of firewood upon his entry. However, the longer she glanced around, the more she noticed. There was another, and another, they were all over the wagons and boulders. She reached for her blade, but it wasn't there. She frantically looked around saw that she had left it laying against the wagon she grabbed her blanket from. "Shit." She said under her breath before shouting, "Gnolls!" The other guards suddenly began to sit up. They all drew their weapons and just as suddenly as they prepared themselves, a volley of arrows and bolts impaled and brought them back to the ground.
The humans never stood a chance. The ambush was entirely successful despite the blunder near the end. The merchants were already being grabbed and yanked out of the wagon onto the cold ground. Screaming ensued and those who fought back were quickly silenced with bladed weapons being lodged into their throats. Only 3 of the merchants and the female guard herself remained. They all held their hands up, surrendering. "Please, take what you want but leave us here.." One of them said aloud. The gnolls, however, seemed disinterested in his words. The gnolls began to draw closer around the remaining humans, forming a tight circle. One wielded rope and shackles and was quick to clasp it onto their hands and feet before tying them all together with the guard in the back.
One of the gnolls approached Ivana from the back and slapped it's open palm onto her ass, giving it a firm and aggressive squeeze. A deep cackle echoed from it's throat in excitement as it leaned in to sniff along her neck. She could feel the heat of it's core as the stench of it's hide invaded her senses. The salty smell was much more prominent now and even took on the form of a taste in the air. His hips pressed forward against her from behind as it began to grope at her body before one of the larger gnolls cracked the side of it's head with a fist. A loud snarl resonated as the smaller gnoll whimpered and crawled away. The much larger gnoll then took it upon himself to lean in very close to her face and run his massive tongue up along her throat and cheek before taking in her scent as well. It gave a firm nod before snapping it's fingers and pointing to the sky. The index finger was rotated in a circular motion and all the gnolls moved the wagons aside and led the captives away from the camp toward a nearby mountain range.
It was a very long, exhausting, and frigid walk. A few of the gnolls were riding dire hyena's, clearly the cavalry and scouting party. A faint glow could be seen in the dark, perhaps a mile ahead of them right at the foot of a cliff. That must be the gnoll camp. Ivana shivered at the thought of what could possibly await her. She needed to hold out as long as she could and find a chance to escape when the attention had fallen enough off of them. It was incredible that she could maintain her wits in this situation. The merchants had already become quite demoralized, sobbing and tripping over themselves as they struggled to keep up. Her mind was made up. She will find a way out of this, no matter the cost. Even if she has to abandon these merchants to their fate and slip out into the night.
The camp had finally come into full view. Large log walls surrounded the perimeter, sharped to points at the top. An absolutely massive bonfire was erected in the center of the encampment, a roaring flame licked up toward the sky as smoke billowed high towards the clouds. The sound of cackling laughter and pained screams and whimpers echoed into the night. An absolutely chilling atmosphere washed over the humans as they were led up to a gate. A gnoll sat atop a watchtower over looking the gate and barked down at the group. The larger gnoll with the captives snarled back at the watchtower with a few more barks. The gate began to open, swiveling inward as a male human with a collar appeared, pulling the gate open. The gnolls pushed against the captives and led them into the encampment.
The smell and taste of salt in the atmosphere was entirely imposing now, causing their noses to wrinkle and eyes to squint. Ivana glanced around, quick to take note of the many tents pitched on all sides, racks of meat and piles of random odds and ends. Indeed, these gnolls were scavengers and it was clear they had been accumulating a wealth for quite some time. When she got back, she would need to let the adventuring guild know of this encampment's location. There were even racks of mismatched armor and weapons all along one wall, more than was necessary for the current amount of gnolls. Were they anticipating a merger with another tribe? Or perhaps they had some other means of accruing more tribal members?
The rope between Ivana and the three merchants was suddenly cut by a nearby gnoll clad in bone and leather. He snarled and kicked her away from the rest of the group who were then led deeper towards the back of the encampment. She landed on her hands and knees with a grunt with her face slamming onto a pile of leather. "Ungh.." She slowly rolled over onto her back and stared up, she was surrounded by several of the gnolls. They all were hunched over, licking their lips in anticipation. A sharp whistle rang out over the encampment and all the gnolls suddenly spun their heads around, glancing to a particularly large tent with what appeared to be a throne of bones from various animals and humanoid races.
A gnoll, easily twice the size of the others clad in bone armor, stood. Skulls adorned his shoulders and a large ribcage clung to his chest. Iron was interwoven between the bones, adding some strength to the armor beyond it's grotesque decoration. His arms crossed over one another, hands grasping tightly onto his own biceps as he glared down at the gathering. Silently, he gave a very subtle nod before reclaiming his seat. One elbow sat onto the arm of his throne with his palm raised to prop up his chin lazily, watching the scene unfold.
The several gnolls immediately wheeled back around to Ivana, erupting in laughter as their powerful clawed hands reached out and began tearing away at her armor with little care to her comfort. Her flesh was scratched and scraped as they forcefully cleansed her of her belongings, leaving her a bare human before them. Her hands crossed over her chest, covering her endowed chest and her legs quickly crossed over one another as she closed her eyes and turned her head away, "Knock it off! Get the fuck away from me you animals!" she screamed out at them. Her attempts at resistance were in vain, however, as they all took part in pulling her arms and legs out and pinning them to the ground.
Once Ivana found herself starfished on the ground, a particularly hefty gnoll shoulder checked the two gnolls wielding her legs. Her eyes widened as they scanned from his filthy clawed feet up to an absolutely waterlogged loincloth. The creature unceremoniously ripped the fabric away from his waist exposing an immense girth. The ebony rod and bulbous knot-base were on full display. A visible throb of the meat spat a thick rope of gnoll gnut onto her exposed chest. She closed her eyes tightly and spat to the side as the creamy tethers struck onto her face. The smell was overpowering, so close to the source of the salty air. The musk was stifling and she found it difficult to breathe, enough so that she occasionally had to open her mouth wide to intake oxygen.
The husky gnoll bent down onto his knees and let out a cackle as he aggressively pressed the tip of his canine member to her tight cunny. He reached out with one hand, grabbing onto her throat tightly and using his thumb to force her face forward so that he could look her in the eyes as he gave a sharp thrust, forcing himself into her sex. A sharp pain crawled across her face as the expression took hold. Her eyes locked on the gnoll's as he began gyrating his hips, thrusting in and out at a steady pace. Another cackle escaped his snarling lips as drool began to tether out from his jowls before snapping and plopping onto her tits and face. Ivana spat up at the gnoll defiantly, glaring fiercely. However, this gnoll didn't seem to mind, if anything he was roused on by this act and she soon learned to regret her decision as his speed and power amplified.
She could feel the low hanging orbs beneath that massive cock slamming against her ass cheeks with each dip into her depths. Her breath escaped her lips in sharp pants with each impact, as if the sheer power of the blows forced the air from her lungs. She took in a deep gasp for air before a silencing grungy thumb pressed passed her lips and tugged down harshly on her lower jaw. She winced and attempted to pull away, however his grip was simply too powerful. She let out a breathy moan as her cheeks were brushed with a rose hue. The embarrassment that she could feel any form of pleasure from such vile creatures manifested in her expressions.
She felt the knot slam against her cunny and her eyes spread wide, she began to shake her head, "N-nuuh! Dun-Dun' duh et!" she cried out against the thumb, tears beginning to well up in her eyes as gnoll let out another horrific laugh, egged on by the others surrounding who began to laugh along. PLOP. PLOP-PLOP. PLOP. Before she knew it cock after cock became exposed as moist loincloths slopped onto the ground. The stifling musk was nearly visible due to the intense humidity of so much moisture and heat intermingling in such a small vicinity. The stench of salt caused her eyes to begin glazing over. Just as her expression began to soften and fade she took in a deep gasp and closed her mouth weakly around the thumb, sucking onto it.
SCHLRP-OP! Her cunny spread painfully wide, far beyond a human should ever be subjected to before tightly closing once more around the now fully buried knot. The gnoll let out a deep howl of pleasure as it now doubled it's pace. PLAP. PLAP. PLAP. The sound of his thighs against her ass, the heavy swaying and churning nuts slapping her pucker with every thrust echoed into the night sky. She began to let out muffled and moaned screams as she shook violently, trying to yank her arms and legs free from the gnolls. No matter what she did, however, she simply could not break free as she was violated so carelessly. She could feel her cervix beginning to bruise from the repeated abuse as that sensation of throbbing, like a second heartbeat, began to press out against her insides from within.
Her head continued to shake side to side, tugging at the finger prying her jaw open as she let out more screams. The intense pressure welling up inside of her was more than enough indication that this putrid beast planned on making a brood mother out of her. She could feel the canine rod pulsating, heralding the climax that was to come. His heavy orbs equally throbbed as they continued churning, preparing for the impregnation of his prey. The howling and yowling gnoll spattered saliva across her chest and face once again as his tongue hung and flopped wildly from his maw. His thumb pulled free from her mouth suddenly as he sank the claws of both hands into her shoulders, drawing blood to anchor her to the ground. He dug his back paws into the earth as he braced himself, bottoming out inside of her again and again.
The pain of Ivana's back scraping back and forth across the ground had long faded, and even the punctures into her flesh were lost in the overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure she felt from that massive slab of gnoll meat. The gnoll let out a deep guttural growl, drawing out into a long howl as he pushed one final time into his prey and released a torrent of thick baby batter into her. The throbbing from before suddenly doubled in strength, visibly showing through her abdomen as the outline of his cock could be seen pushing out against her stomach. Rope after rope of gnoll cock-snot spilled directly into her womb thanks to the immense size of the gnoll meat spear allowing the two openings to kiss one another. Her stomach distended inch after inch with each pump of fresh gnoll cream filling her insides to the brim.
Ivana went limp. Her eyes lost their shine as the will to fight left her body. Her gaze had officially glossed over as they rolled around for a moment before staring blankly up into the sky. Her body, ever so subtly, began to rock on it's own against the cock buried inside of her, filling her with thick wads of nut-sludge. Once she reached the point that she could be mistaken as 6 months pregnant with twins, the yowling of the gnoll slowly fell silent as it tugged itself backwards. SCHLOP. The thick meat popped free from her insides and caused quite the scene as gravy drooled from her cunny to pool between her thighs on the ground. Proud of himself, he first spat down directly into her gaping mouth before banging onto his own chest several times and scooping up his ragged loin cloth. He then turned his back to the girl, gazing up to the throne.
The gnoll lifted a fist into the air, staring at the large gnoll on the throne who offered a nod back to him. A cackle rattled from the husky gnoll once more before he turned and walked back into the crowd, disappearing off into the camp. Meanwhile, Ivana's arms and legs were released and she simply lay there, occasionally twitching from a mixture of shock and mild ecstasy. It took almost no time however for two of the gnolls who released her to step to her front and back, quickly flipping her over onto her stomach. SQUELCH. The sudden upheaval and flopping onto her body forced the seed residing within her to splatter out from between her thighs. The pressure caused almost half of the substance sloshing around within her to empty out onto the ground with a sickly squish.
Something about these gnolls seemed simpler. Perhaps it was the way their eyes crossed or the expression across their tongue lulling maws. Something was definitely off. The front gnoll wrapped it's powerful paws around Ivana's throat and gave it a firm squeeze and yank upward in his direction as he knelt down. That familiar haze consumed her vision as the musky air surrounded her. A drooling red pillar of flesh hung just at her lips for a long moment before pressing against it. Meanwhile the gnoll who had taken residence behind her spread her thighs apart and pressed a firm hand on each of her ass cheeks to spread them wide. She could feel a sudden splash against her pucker, but made no effort to look in his direction. In fact, her struggling had stopped all together. A long tendril of saliva dripped from the maw of the preparing gnoll directly onto her anus, followed by the feeling of a soft impact of flesh on flesh as he leaned forward into her.
Her body began to rock forward and back, from the efforts of the gnolls and her own broken will. Her eyes had grown somewhat lazy as the eyelids fell half shut, kissing at the canine member in her mouth that began to press past her lips invasively. With each backward rock, the tip of the flesh spear pressed into her and inched it's way deeper. The softest of whimpering moans rumbled from within her mouth against the meat she was being force-fed, inadvertently swirling her tongue around it a few times. This only instigated the gnoll to tighten it's grip around her throat, nearly choking the wind from her before rearing back and jamming the meat into her mouth, pressing the fat knot against her lips. As he pulled back a tendril of saliva and gnoll gnut connected several inches of the knot to her lips and nose.
The knot behind her had almost simultaneously began to press against her pucker, aggressively smashing against her thighs like a battering ram attempting to force it's way through her gate. By now it was painfully obvious that these two simple creatures were attempting to breed her through unused holes. Deep panting brought upon drool and yowling breath to expel from their maws as their heads flung back. The sharp pain was dull within her foggy mind. She didn't care anymore, in this moment, she just accepted her fate. Her body continued rocking back and forth, a little more wanton. She offered and aggressive shove back, eliciting a forceful thrust into her which rocked her forward harshly onto the knot at her mouth, spreading her jaw painfully wide. GLK!
Her lips curled down and around the backside of the knot as her teeth followed suit, locking it in place. This extra distance forced the length of the member that had been threatening to slam into the back of her throat only moments before down into her throat. Her neck bulged outward like a toad goiter from the immense girth taking up real-estate within her throat as it throbbed harshly. Her body spasmed and retched but to no avail, successfully corked by the meaty blockage. The yowling hyena tugged back and thrust forward once again, rapidly in fact as if thrown into a frenzy of fight or flight, caught in a trap. GLK! SQUELCH! GLK! SQUELCH! The sound of salivated meat sliding around in her throat resonated into the night sky.
The gnoll behind seemed spurred on by the sudden convulsions of the human. His hind paws dug into the earth, kicking back a few times as he braced himself and began lunging forward into Ivana. She squelched and gagged as her body was shoved forward from the impacts behind her. A heavy, strong-scented sack of nuts repeatedly slammed into her chin in rhythm with the second pair slapping against her cunt. The swollen knot assaulted her tight, once pure, pucker. Her eyes glazed over as her mind sank further into the fog of pain and pleasure. The stimulation led to lust and disgust, resulting in a mass of confusion within herself that led to a stronger desire to escape. The only escape left for her, however, was acceptance.
Just as Ivana reached this conclusion, SCHLIP, the knot sunk into her anus painfully as the opening closed around the base and locked the gnoll in. Her eyes immediately rolled as her body went limp within their grasp. The rear gnoll went into his own frenzy, bucking it's hips aggressively. The two cackled as their tongues flopped about wildly from their gnarled grins and slung saliva all over the human's back. Ivana was being tugged forward and back by the two gnolls now, as if they wanted to rip her in half in a lustful game of tug-of-war.
Perhaps it was due to the simplicity or the feral minds of the gnolls, but over time the rhythm had been thrown off. The two were colliding into her simultaneously now in a new rhythm, acting almost in tandem. As her mind continued to slip away, the fog added a veil to her imagination and she could swear that the tips of each knotted cock were nearly touching within her insides. Very faintly, she could feel it. Deep within her fogged mind, she could feel the heartbeats of their cocks throbbing against her inner walls. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she recognized the drums of orgasm beating deep inside of her, heralding the arrival of yet another torrent of gnoll seed.
GLORP. GLORP. GLORP. GLORP. The gnolls threw their heads back and let out deep guttural moans. The foul groans were mixed in with light cackling, as their cocks throbbed and had immediately began to dump thick rope after rope of gnoll gnut. Her throat, and stomach ballooned with each pump, distending several inches with every wad. Her fingers and toes spread out wide before curling into tight fists, whitening the knuckles. Her body shook as she choked down every liter of spunk. As the throbs waned, the knots receded and shrank to a much more acceptable size, allowing the gnolls to begin their withdrawal in a panting state.
The throbs slowed and seed grew gentler in volume. The moment her throat was cleared her body wretched once more and cock-snot was expelled from her nostrils. She had become too full to contain the gallons of nut that now sloshed around within her. The two gnolls staggered back and away to fall onto their asses. They slowly lay back, sprawling out, completely spent. They laughed weakly, feeling nothing but pure glee at the deed completed. Seed spilled out from her mouth and anus, spattering onto the ground in front and behind her. She immediately collapsed when she was released, mentally begging to just be left alone to sleep and never wake up again.
The gnoll upon the throne stood up slowly, pleased with the sight. A toothy grin spread nearly from ear to ear before he spoke for the first time, perhaps due to the presence of a human who would understand, "Fine new... Brood mother.. Take her to others.. She will work." He snarled as he lifted a hand toward a large tent and extended his index finger in it's direction, "Cook. Clean. Serve." He exclaimed before leaping from the scaffolding above and landing with a loud THUD onto the earth before the human. He reached down with a long talon adorned paw and gripped forcefully under her chin. He tilted her head up and smirked, looking into her empty gaze, "You will.. Do nicely.." he growled before releasing her and straightening up.
The chieftain spun on one paw slowly and walked into the direction of his own tent, "Time for rest.. Have her prepared for morning.." He growled. The many gnolls stepped aside, forming two rows of followers to act as a path to lead him to his abode. As he reached the tent he looked back over his shoulder as he lifted a flap and glanced back at the human who was now being grasped onto one leg by a husky gnoll. He nodded his approval as she was dragged off and into another large tent as the leader of this tribe stepped into his tent for the night.
Ivana felt a massive palm shove against her back as she stepped into the tent flap and stumbled forward, landing flat onto the ground. She grunted from the impact and blinked a few times, lazily looking up and around her new surroundings. It was much quieter in this residence. Her consciousness was slowly seeping back now that she was no longer stuffed with canine dong. Her eyes widened as she took note of the twenty plus women who were chained up in a standing position. Their hands were kept up and over their head and stomachs bulged out as a clear indicator of their many months of pregnancy. Milk had even been seen dribbling down from their swollen nipples.
She could tell that these humans were not only kept pregnant, but also trained to be in a constant state of readiness to tend to the young. Was this what it meant to be a brood mother to these beasts? She closed her eyes tightly for a moment, wincing as the pain finally settled in. "Ugh.." She grunted. She felt a searing pain in her scalp as her head was jerked up and back by the hair. "Get up." He then pointed to an empty set of manacles and walked her to them. "You stay. Tomorrow, cook. Serve." He growled as he clasped her hands over head and her ankles spread out shoulder width apart from one another.
The gnoll then grabbed each of her cheeks between his thumb and fingers of one paw and gave it a squeeze. Her mouth was forced open, lips pursing. The gnoll reared his head back then slammed forward, "PTOO." he spat a large wad of saliva into her mouth before releasing her face. He then turned his back on her and marched out of the tent, leaving her in the dark space surrounded by various moaning and whimpering women all within the same predicament. She looked around and spoke softly, careful not to attract attention from the gnolls outside of the tent, "What happens.. Next..?"
One of the women looked up slowly and glanced in her direction, indirectly looking at Ivana. "You sleep.. They wake you up.. You prepare their meals.. They use you.. You bear their children.. An unending cycle until you can no longer fulfill the duties.. Then you become their next meal.." she whimpered, tears seen streaming down her face. Ivana replied softly, "I.. I see.. Has anyone.. Escaped?" to which the unnamed woman responded solemnly, "No." Ivana let out a deep sigh, closing her eyes tightly and tilting her head down. Her mind was beginning to race as she considered her position, she could still feel her desire to fight deep down. Her wrist bindings clinked together as she fought gently against them before going slack and simply hanging in position.
This was it. This is her life. Despite her deep desire to fight she could find no solution. Acceptance was the only path forward. But the future was grim, and acceptance would do little to ease that thought. Maybe if she took initiative, she would be treated better? She glanced at the other women. But surely with how many women were here, at least one of them would have tried and still ended up in this position. She winced again, the pain deep within was becoming more severe by the minute. She slowly gazed upward toward a hole in the center of the tent's roof. She could see stars through the opening. Her body was giving in, consciousness was finally slipping from her grasp as darkness encroached around the edges of her vision. Before long, all faded completely to black.
The familiar painful sting of light streaked across Ivana's face. Her eyes peeled open to stare through a squint out at the entrance to the tent which was being held open now. The sunlight flooded the tent and the many women all began to stir awake. Two broad gnolls stepped into the tent and approached the women, beginning to release their wrists from their bindings. "Time now for meals." One growled as he reached over and released Ivana. The two gnolls led the women out of the tent. It was much warmer today with a cloudless sky. The warmth of the open air was welcoming on their cold skin as they were led across the encampment toward a large awning with various pots and animals skewered over fires.
Ivana couldn't help but waddle as she walked, still full to the brim of gnoll nut sludge. After being shoved under the leather canopy she leaned against a pole for a moment, mentally grasping for her prior alertness. She glanced around at all the food that had been prepared and then back to the two gnolls who let out cackled growls. The two nudged at each other's shoulders as they turned around and left the women to their own devices. Ivana glanced at the women who had already begun loading food onto plates and pans. She glanced down to the food and heaved a heavy sigh, understanding her role for the day. She reached out and began taking hunks of meat from the piles with her bare hands and schlopping them onto a nearby plate.
All of the women had already started making their rounds, handing their plates to the various beasts. Ivana stood amidst the hustle and bustle, wide eyed like a deer caught in headlights. Every attempt she made to deliver her food was quickly cut off by another woman. They clearly had a routine and she couldn't help but feel she was being guided. After many failed attempts she finally found herself overly close to the throne. The chieftain sat there, eyeing Ivana sternly. A paw reached out, claws outstretched towards her to receive her food. She understood now, the new girl was to serve the leader of the encampment. She took a few steps towards him after giving a hard swallow as she held out the food towards him.
The paw suddenly jerked to one side before ripping across to backhand the plate and food from her hands painfully. The meat scattered to the floor, allowing the various hounds an opportunity to eat. Snarls and cackles echoed from the Hyenaedons that began tearing into the meat and fighting over the scraps. Ivana let out a soft yelp as she took a step back. However, in that same instant The leader reached out with the same hand to grasp around her throat and with a swift motion slammed her to the ground onto her back. The woman let out a gasp of air as the wind was forced from her lungs from the impact. Oh, I see. So this was her role now, the new slave for the leader to abuse. This is why the women were avoiding him and seemed to be guiding Ivana closer and closer to his throne.
Her eyes rolled as she looked up to the sky. A shadow soon fell over her as the large gnoll blocked out the sun. A massive paw lifted up into the air before stomping down onto her bulbous stomach. His weight slowly pressed down onto her, causing the most unsettling feeling to wash over her. Waves of nausea welled up within her until she could no longer hold it in as gnoll spunk began to spill from every orifice like a mayonnaise gusher with holes poked into it. As he continued to lean onto her, she felt like she would die either by crushing or drowning as her mouth and nose oozed with thick seed. A pool of baby gravy formed around her frame as she was emptied of the majority of the contents that had begun to congeal inside of her.
The chieftain finally spoke in a deep growl, "You.. You will bear MY children.. Mine alone.." A guttural cackle rumbled from the depth of his throat as he reached down and grasped around her throat to lift her up into the air. He stared her directly in the eyes as she hung limply in his grip, toes unable to touch the soiled ground below. "Open.." He demanded as a large thumb jabbed between her lips and forced her mouth open. The gnoll slowly lowered her to her knees as he reached down with his free hand to pull a skull codpiece to the side, allowing an immense, girthy ebon canine cock to flop forward in a flaccid state and slap against her face. It slid down over her forehead, to her lips, chin and then hung beneath, leaving behind a snail trail of pre-seed.
A shiver washed over her as she took in the sight, taste, and scent of this incredible black tool. Her anxiety sparked as her tongue lapped out almost of its own accord. She felt as though her body had already learned its place and grown to be obedient. Her mind, fractured but not quite broken, wanted to fight it but failed. She licked along the length of the meat, dipping her head down enough to drag the articulate moist muscle up from the base to the oozing head. The salty taste was strong, the musk overwhelming. She felt light headed, like she might lose consciousness from the proximity alone. She gave it another long lick before wrapping her small lips around the tip and drawing upon the meat succulently. The seed began to spill more freely now, stimulated by the warmth and damp suction of her hungering mouth.
A satisfied gasp escaped his lips as her tongue began to swirl around the tip in circular patterns. A soft moan vibrated over the head of his rod as she dipped her head down a little lower, already finding the head prodding back against her throat. A soft GLK squelched out from her lips as her eyes squeezed shut. She pulled her head back and pressed again, repeating the squelch. Her hands feebly reached up pressing against his thighs and slowly reaching further upward. She clasped her hands around the fruits hanging between his legs and gave them a tender squeeze. They were so warm and swollen, clearly pent up and in need of a release. A chill shot down her spine at the thought of being filled with the gallons of spunk he could offer.
Ivana continued to knead the sack, tugging down upon it and giving it a more firm squeeze. This elicited a sudden spatter of a thick wad of cock-snot which was expelled directly against the back of her throat, causing her to gag harshly. The gag was enough to spur on the chieftain, who grabbed onto the back of her head and suddenly slammed it forward. With relative ease, the flaccid meat slid straight down into her gullet. Her throat expanded to conform to the shape of the pillar which had begun it's erection. She could feel the insane girth throbbing as it expanded and stiffened in her throat. Her body felt as if it were being lifted by the strength of his canine cock alone as she slowly hunched over and stood up, allowing the spear to impale her.
Tears began to streak down her cheeks, one bead after another. Once half mast, the gnoll pulled her head back, allowing her a moment to breathe. Thankfully she took in a deep gasp of air, coughing and gagging uncontrollably. With a snarl the beast shoved her head back down onto his rod as he leaned back to return to his seat. Once seated with the human nestled onto his cock he pulled her head back once more. She took in another deep gasp of air as she sobbed softly, "Please.. Please wait.." She begged before looking up to him. She was greeted by a toothy grin before her head was thrust back down onto what was now a fully erect rod. Her lips were slammed into the sheath of his dick. It was then that fear truly sat in. She could feel it. Nevermind the throbbing meat crammed almost into her stomach. The knot. It was absurdly swollen, hidden within the sheathe. There was no way it would fit. Surely if he wanted to keep her around he wouldn't force something like that into any of her holes?
The brutish beast began to thrust her head back and forth, slamming her lips against the base of his cock like a toy. Her face was immediately smattered in saliva as her body heaved over and over with each thrust, spitting up onto the pole that assailed her throat. Her eyes reddened from the pain and tears. Her cheeks flushed from straining as she released his nuts and began gripping at his thighs weakly. She pressed outward against his legs, slapping at them and clawing in attempts to pull away. The results bore no fruit, however, as her head slammed down repeatedly. GLK! GLK! GLK! GLK! GLK! GLK! She couldn't feel her throat anymore and her head had grown light from the mounting oxygen deprivation.
Her head had suddenly stopped moving. The leader kept her face down in his lap completely and a deep growling groan rattled from his maw. GLORP. GLORP. GLORP. GLORP. "Hnnnghh... Haaaahhhhhh.. Ahh... Ah... Ah..." filled the air as wad after wad of gnoll gravy exploded into her stomach. Her throat throbbed with each injection as the cum was visibly pumped into her stomach. The sheer volume forced her stomach to almost instantly expand to the state she had been in moments ago before the previous seed had been forcibly vacated from her system. Her hands fell limp just as they did the previous night. Like a living condom she felt her body bloat further and further. Onlooking gnolls began to cheer at the sight of chieftain's show of strength and volume as the spunk, having nowhere else to go, began to ooze from her pucker.
The pool around Ivana only grew as the large gnollish leader finally released her head. However, she couldn't muster the strength to free herself from his cock. Too weak from the lack of oxygen and the sheer size of the meat crammed into the tight tunnel of her throat left her completely stuck. The leader lifted up a hand and pressed it to her forehead and forced her head back with a loud SCHLOP as she squelched off the cock and fell onto her back, gasping for air and sputtering seed which vomited onto her own face. She lay there, convulsing, finally it was done. At least that's the last thought she had before her ankle was gripped by the forward leaning gnoll who yanked her back up towards the throne. He sat the human in her lap, breathing heavily. His warm breath brushed over her ear repeatedly as he took a moment.
Her gaze slowly fell down between her thighs, looking at the massive rod which now stood up between her legs and reached towards her chest. Her tits were spread to the sides, nestling the canine cock between them like buns on either side of a particularly girthy hotdog. She shuttered, knowing that this was far from over. Very slowly, she glanced back over her shoulder, shaking. She looked up to the chieftain who only smiled in return, "Scream for me.." He uttered before lifting her up into the air and sat her atop the crown of his majesty. He allowed gravity to do all the work, slowly impaling her with his meat spear. A shuttering groan escaped his lips as her screams soon filled the air. Her tight cunt was being spread impossibly wide as the bulge of his rod began to take form in her abdomen and slowly reached upward towards her stomach.
Ivana cried out and slammed her hands down, reaching for his legs to keep herself as high up in the air as she could, not wishing it to press any deeper. However, The leader had other plans. A large paw reached up and placed onto her shoulder. Despite her protests, she couldn't fight back against his strength. She dug her nails into his thighs tightly as the monster began bucking his hips. He released her shoulder and placed a hand on each of her hips, lifting and lowering the woman onto his immense flesh spire. She let out a loud scream with each fall as her organs were being rearranged. Ivana pleaded aloud amongst her cries, "Please stop! You'll.. You'll kill.. Me..!"
The gnoll let out a breathy cackle before replying, "If you die.. Then not worthy.. Of my children.." She could then feel it. That which caused a deep fear to consume her. The knot pressed threateningly against her folds, slowly spreading her lips with each thrust. She began to shake her head and spasm violently. She fought and fought in attempt to free herself as that mighty knot began to invade her. SCHLUP. A sharp shriek suddenly ripped from her lips as the knot popped into place. This absurd depth forced her weakened cervix to envelop the head of the canine rod, spilling seed directly into her womb. Her eyes rolled back and her limbs went entirely limp.
The chieftain let out a deep cackling howl before undulating his hips more vigorously. He lifted the woman up and down, tugging against his own knot before shoving the knot deep into her once again. Ivana's mouth hung open as she leaned back against the beast, her mind completely blank as the last thread of her sanity and will to fight had been thoroughly severed. Her tits bounced wildly with each thrust and her head bobbed up and down weakly. With a now vacant mind and empty glazed over gaze, Ivana no longer felt the pain or suffering. She couldn't even be sure she still existed in this moment. She had no idea that the dick buried within her was once again throbbing in that all-too-familiar way.
Her abdomen visibly throbbed just as her throat did before. The visual indicator of the nut to come. His immense testicles continued to churn, rising and falling as they mixed the next load. The human fleshlight continued to bounce on the knotted cock as the gnoll leaned his head in and brushed his massive tongue along her shoulder, neck and chin. He squeezed his eyes shut before letting out a final howl as he thrust her down. GLORP. GLORP. GLORP. Her womb which had been the subject of much abuse to this point was suddenly painted and filled with buckets of thick gnoll gravy. Ivana's abdomen expanded to match her stomach.
The gnoll let out a pained growl as his seed had nowhere else to escape. The knot kept her adequately corked and thus his own throbbing rod could no longer expel his seed. He tugged upward harshly on the human and ripped her free from his knot, allowing the built up seed to immediately spill out like a mayonnaise geyser that enveloped her legs, stomach, back and tits. The leader dropped the human back onto his lap as he slumped back into his throne. Likewise, the limp human slid between his thighs and fell to the ground, leaning against one of his legs from between them.
Ivana remained in this position for a long moment before she felt the gentle hand of the gnoll rest onto the top of her head. A few soft pats were her reward before he spoke softly, "You.. Bear many.. Children.." He growled, flopping his cock onto her shoulder. Seed drooled from the tip of the now flaccid ebony cock, onto her chest. She lazily looked over with that same distant, empty gaze and simply offered a few tender kisses to the flesh before nuzzling her cheek against it. She then nodded, "Anything.. You ask.." The broken woman stated, letting out a pained sight before closing her eyes and accepting her fate.