Dawn of a New Age: Defeat
#1 of Dawn of a New Age
Not a new AGAHTM. Sorry. I've been in a bad space lately, and needed to decompress. The opening chapter to a story that's been sitting in my brain for a long while is the result. I think it's the darkest one I've yet done, so be warned. There will be more chapters, possibly soon assuming I remain in this frame of mind.
I tried a new format this time in an effort to cut down on the "I'm telling you my name and description in one fell swoop" parts, since it always strikes me as a cop out. Let me know if it works.
My paw flew to the back of my neck at a sudden pinch. The finely crafted dart I retrieved dripped a bit of blood, a slight burning beginning to spread from the point of contact. I stared death at my would-be opponent, the very large wolf anthro leering at me in what looked like triumph. I had been drugged, maybe poisoned, by one of his lackeys. My contempt for him and his filth only grew. I hurled the dart at him, only to have it strike the metal of his armor. Whoever had shot it at me had excellent aim to hit me just above the collar of my own armor. I was surrounded, the other females and kits at the mercy of these monsters playing as soldiers if I retreated. Spitting at the ground, I hefted my mace and charged. "Gutless coward!"
It was clear why he was the one in charge. A cut above the rest of them in ability and power. I had taken several of his men through surprise, but several others had been bested with skill. This beast before me was not drunk on his own freakish might, staying cool even when my exhaustion and whatever they'd hit me with slowly drained my strength when I needed it most. My swings slowed despite my desperate situation. My ears rang louder and louder with every breath. Armor I normally barely noticed weighed me down. I had to kill him. I had to give my brethren a reason to resist, even if it killed me. A reason to keep going until the males returned from war and killed the lot of these bastards.
The impossibility of this dawned on me hard when he sidestepped my strike, the head of my mace slamming into the ground. I struggled to lift it. Pulled with all my might to raise it once more so that I might smash his brains out like I had three of his minions. But it just wouldn't happen. I could barely stand now, my armor feeling like it was crushing me. I could manage naught but gasps from the weight, holding onto the handle of my mace in a desperate bid to stay standing. I would not willingly kneel before this mongrel. Only when he kicked my weapon out from under me did I crash to the thankfully grass-covered ground, finally able to breathe now that the metal wasn't weighting on me so hard. I took several deep breaths, straining to move my arms and lift myself back up before his foot crushed even this faint hope. I could feel the armor buckling under his mass, my life flashing before my eyes as I prayed it would be quick...
The pressure lessened but did not cease. I was not to be crushed to death, it seemed. The wolf above me laughed that same deep, mocking one he'd done when I challenged him. "When the options you and your rules give me aren't to my liking, it doesn't give me much incentive to fight fair." I couldn't quite see what he was doing, but his men began gathering the females and kits into the town square. Even with the males, we barely numbered more than four score. Only one other than myself that remained knew the ways of battle, and she was barely more than a girl...
I glared at him as best I could. "So I'm to be made an example of, you flea-ridden mongrel?" This is what I was reduced to. Impotent insults. I had never felt more powerless. By the expressions of horror my fellow villagers had, I looked that way too. So many had looked to me as their defender when the men were called away to serve in the Imperial army. My failure was costing them their hope, and it cut me more deeply than any weapon they might choose to end my life.
"Is that everyone?" Apparently receiving confirmation, the wolf continued. "Behold the fate of your guardian, the one famed as a match for even your precious emperor's elite! This little hovel is now under my command. Resistance will not be tolerated." He pushed me along the ground, my armor buckling even more and making breathing harder. Though I stifled groans of pain, the look on my face made it plain.
I growled at him, trying my best to be heard by the other villagers. "A third of your ranks lay dead at the hands of a single female half your size! Only through dishonor and shameless trickery do you still draw breath!" I knew he would not care. My fate was already sealed. If I could just remind my people these invaders were not invincible...
The wolf laughed differently. It seemed more joyful than mocking, and it sent chills down my spine. "That is true, little vixen. Thanks for reminding my men not to be so complacent. The price for your resistance is lessened because of that, Katrina Velox."
My mind went white for a long moment. My stomach sank, my heart thudding in my chest as I struggled to turn my head enough to see him clearly. There was no way. How did he know my name?
That devilish grin returned. He lifted his foot off my back, a few gasps coming from the crowd at the indentation of my armor, and leaned down next to me. "Be happy you won't end up like your mate."
I stared at him in horror. It wasn't that they'd gotten lucky finding the village. They knew where we were and that we were vulnerable. What could they possibly have done to my love to gain such information? The beast's huge paw patted me on the head as I struggled to get up once more. It wasn't going very well, despite my anger. "The lot of them put up a good fight. But, you see, dead men DO tell tales. With the right magics."
Rage took me. I had been prepared to hear of death. Had the army accepted females, I would have joined my mate and sons in the fight. By his tone, the monster was suggesting they had not merely butchered Cecil but the entire platoon. Our fathers, brothers, and sons...all dead. I wanted to carve out his heart and burn his entrails. I got about as far as a snarl and a lunge before he had me on my back. His strength in my weakness was overpowering, my furious flailing doing nothing more than exhausting me to his amusement.
Still burning with fury and anguish, my body went numb in his grip. Every fiber of my being wanted to see him strewn across the ground, but no amount of will could fight whatever poison I'd been given. Even when he let me go, I couldn't do so much as lift my arms. He even walked away, leaving me barely breathing in full view of the village. Some had heard what he told me. The sobs were too much to bear.
I saw the wolf walking with his second in command, a tiger male in mage clothes. I caught only parts of the conversation. It had something to do with me, but whatever form of torture they could devise would never match the pain of what had already been done. They had broken through our lines. The men would never be coming home. Help would not arrive.
The wolf and the tiger approached me again, this time with several others in tow. The lackeys carried wooden posts and rope with them, but I could not yet guess the purpose. One yelped suddenly and dropped to the ground, an arrow embedded in his back. A second slumped over seconds later with one piercing his neck. A third was winged when an arrow went into his arm. My apprentice had returned. It was a faint hope, but perhaps Amalia could succeed where I had failed.
The fourth arrow went right for who I hoped it had. Unfortunately, it stopped several feet from him. The tiger's paw was held high, a gravely voice chanting in a tongue I could not recognize. The arrow burst into flame, then an arc of fire followed it's path of travel back to its source. I wanted to call to her to run, but only a fearful grunt left my lips. A scream of pure terror came from the trees, and no more arrows appeared. The tiger and a single minion went to investigate as the wolf ordered others to continue with their task.
The four tall posts were driven into the ground around me. They were going to string me up and leave me to die in the heat. With the minions working the ropes, the wolf began undoing the latches of my armor. Piece by piece it came off, his groping growing more and more blatant as more of my body was exposed. I could do nothing but wish for something, anything, to strike him down.
"He wasn't kidding. Damn, you're one fine fox bitch." He couldn't just give me death. His eyes on my body made me sick. My mate had forever adored the red and cream of my coat, but now it felt unclean. When this beast's massive paw ran through the tuft on my chest and grabbed at my breasts, I would have lost it were I able to. He lifted my limp body out of the last of my armor, kicking it away unceremoniously. I felt one leg, then the other, be tied up. My arms were likewise bound, pulled spread eagle several feet off the ground. Even if I regained movement now, I was stuck.
With my head lolled backwards, I saw the tiger returning. The young vixen I had taken as an apprentice was slung over the minion's shoulder. Her fur looked singed, and when I finally got a look at her face she seemed almost dead. Only shallow breathing proved otherwise. Whatever the tiger had done had put her into shock. She was dumped near me, bound paw and foot, but did not acknowledge my presence.
I had not the strength to lift my head and see what was going on when I felt claws on my belly. The same gravely voice and tongue hit my ears, wherever I was touched burning as if hit with acid. Ripping of cloth mixed with fearful gasps, the brutes robbing me of even my lower garments. I could only seethe. I was a proud warrior. My death was to be on the battlefield or in my bed of old age. Not to be raped and left to die in the sun.
The wolf walked into my view, leaning down until he was right next to my face. He licked across my muzzle before pressing his lips to mine. His breath was foul and his tongue disgusting, my still numb body unable to resist his advances. After enjoying himself a bit, he pulled away again and grabbed my ears. "You keep looking like you're ready to die. I could never do that to a breeding bitch as fine as you. My friend here is making sure you're nice and fertile before you're mated. After all, you'll need to bear young for each of us as payment. It's your duty as new members of our kingdom. Why make us take turns when you can do it all at once?"
I felt my insides churning as the chanting continued. The burning seeped down towards my womb, my heat hitting me without warning. They were serious. I was to be bred until I burst. I swore I would not cry, but nothing could stop it. This was too vile. They weren't furs. They weren't even beasts. These were demons.
When the wolf moved away, a minion came over and lifted up my head so I could see. A strange rune was glowing on the cream fur of my belly, its pulsing going in time with the heat in my loins. The wolf's paw rubbed the rune before sliding down against my pussy, a large finger slipping in. Months without my mate had left me tight from my continued training, and his finger hurt. I would have cringed with every scrape of his claw if it were possible.
He continued his violation as he turned to the villagers, enjoying the spectacle far too much. "In case any of you start getting bright ideas, remember what you are about to see. Though you are ours to breed as we please, be thankful that we will treat you more mercifully than these two." I wanted to die. In an effort to save me Amalia had doomed herself to this same fate. I didn't think I could bare to see her endure such.
His finger was removed, my inner walls cramping from the intruder. The clanking of metal and swishing of cloth accompanied the wolf removing his pants, and it wasn't long before I got a look at what he would be breeding me with. My eyes went wide at the sight. Even factoring in that he was at least half again as big as a normal anthro wolf, his penis was gigantic. The pointed tip quickly flared out to larger than my balled fist and then some. Perhaps I'd get my wish sooner than I expected. Surely he would rip me in two. Several females undoubtedly came to the same conclusion, breaking down completely at having to watch such a gruesome execution.
The rune on my belly glowed angrily when he pressed the tip to my lower lips. Pre already leaked from him liberally, the juices summoned by my magically induced heat joining them and running down to my backside shamefully. The tip slipped inside, and within moments he had me as wide as my mate could manage even with his knot. It was painful, but also pleasurable as my body reacted as nature had designed it. It didn't really start to hurt until he pushed further in. I watched in agony as inch after inch slipped inside me, my belly bulging obscenely from this demon's tool.
He hit my inner wall less than halfway in, the tip wedging into the ring and leaking fluids into my womb. "This is a great pussy you've got here, bitch. I'm gonna enjoy breeding you day in and day out until you whelp." He pulled back, the massive size making me feel as if I was being turned inside out, only to thrust back in violently. The tip wedged a bit further into the end of my tunnel, but he didn't pause. In and out, in and out he went, nearly pulling my shoulders and hips from their sockets with each brutal thrust. My voice returned little by little as he fucked me, my heat demanding pleasured groans even as my heart sobbed and my body screamed.
I'm not sure if the magic caused it or reacted to it, but the moment my voice returned fully was the moment I came. My body shook in unwanted orgasm, my screams of pleasure and pain clear for all to hear. The rune glowed brightly as if happy with my release, though the wolf never once stopped pounding into me. Tears flowed freely at my unending shame and my body's betrayal of everything I had worked for. Yet the pleasure only increased. The wolf fucked harder, one claw scraping against my nub, and brought me to a second body shaking orgasm only minutes later.
As the numbness faded it was replaced with incredible sensitivity. Every touch was electrifying, every thrust painfully intense. He kept ramming into my inner wall, as if demanding entrance. From what I could feel, he wouldn't have long to wait. My body just couldn't stand up to the force behind his thrusts. I couldn't tell what the reactions of my fellow villagers were anymore. It was all I could do to keep up with what was happening to my body. My heat had gone crazy. Even my first was nothing compared to it. To fall behind would mean to become addicted to my mate's murderer.
With one more thrust to the hilt, he stopped. I gasped for breath, still shaken from yet another orgasm he'd forced on me, wondering what more he could possibly do to me. He changed his grip a little, using one paw to rub my belly just above where his cock bulged it out. "I'm not pulling back out until I'm in here. It would be a shame to deny a first class breeding bitch like you the feeling of my knot." I had no chance to respond before be began pushing again. With tremendous force the tapered tip that had already pierced my womb pushed in even further, stretching me wide. It was like giving birth backwards. Slowly, painfully, more and more of his cock sunk into me. I watched the bulge of my belly move upwards, feeling it hit the back of my womb with at least as much of his rod left to enter as my mate had possessed in entirety.
But he did not stop. My womb seemed to stretch upwards into my torso, and I waited for the cold embrace of death. Surely I would break. Yet I never did. The bulge of my belly grew only slightly even as I felt him and saw him enter much further. I swore he would nearly be at my throat, yet I remained alive. His knot had already begun to form, the slight bulge stretching my pussy wider when his crotch met mine. "Ah, now that's more like it. I bet you can't wait for me to cum in you now, huh? I wonder how many eggs you've put out already. But first lets get a good look at all of you." Tearing my top apart, my breasts spilled out for all to see. Naturally quite large, they'd grown bigger after our litter. Now I hated them. The demon raping me mauled my chest mercilessly, licking at my nipples and squeezing them roughly.
Like my pussy, my breasts betrayed me as well. His treatment of my now intensely sensitive nipples sent me back into convulsions, a small bit of milk escaping them. Incoherent curses were all I could manage in an attempt to save this last special bond between my mate and I from his filth, but he lapped up my milk anyway. He began humping me yet again as he suckled, short jabs keeping my arousal near peak. It wouldn't be long now. That knot would grow and lock him inside me, then he would begin impregnating me with his accursed litter. Barring a miracle, my former life would soon be gone forever.
When he finished what little milk I had, he leaned back up and began hammering into me faster and faster. His knot popped in and out of my pussy, making obscene squishing noises until at last it grew too large. With one final pop, it entered my abused pussy and held firm, my lower lips stretched tight around it. Short, fast strokes accompanied his panting, and I felt his swollen scrotum slap my backside and his cock grow thicker with impending release. "Your first load that isn't from your mate will be here soon, bitch. You like that idea, huh? You want me to cum inside you and knock you up? What would he think to see you know, little more than a slave whore for me to breed at whim?" Even as I came, I just sobbed. This vile creature just kept tormenting me, even when he'd won completely. "Here you go, bitch! Take my seed!"
My orgasm rekindled when I felt the incredible heat of his sperm blasting into me. I wasn't sure at first, but when the second shot filled my ripe womb I knew my belly was already swelling. Not with child, but with his semen. With every gush of virile cum inside me, my belly expanded to hold it. It grew quickly, the intense heat of his sperm making me pant and whine. The months flew by all but effortlessly as he filled me, making me look three, then seven, then more than nine months pregnant. The weight was incredible, the heat painful, and the pleasure unbelievable. I was being bred by our captor, the one who was responsible for stealing away my mate and sons, yet I couldn't stop cumming.
The rune turned many shades of green, stretching along with my belly and apparently able to save me from bursting. When at last he finished filling me, most of my vision was blocked by the cream colored dome of my womb. Exhausted and utterly defeated, could do little more than hang limply. I felt my bindings loosened, my legs falling beneath me. I barely had the strength to keep my shoulders from dislocating, resting them instead on my now hot and massive belly. When the wolf began to move, they slid to the side and swung while he paraded me around, still impaled on his massive cock. I was granted the small mercy of finally passing out before having to see more than a few of the hopeless faces of my kinswomen...