Dawn of a New Age: Honor
#2 of Dawn of a New Age
Man, that was a fast turnaround. Not even 24 hours and part 2 is done...
When I finally regained consciousness, it was with my muzzle and pussy being pounded relentlessly. My jaw ached and every muscle in my body complained from overuse and mistreatment. My vision was blurred and my eyes stung, the smell of semen old and new overwhelming my nose. I had been used continuously through my blackout, and a quick attempt to struggle told me I'd once again been bound. Something solid had been locked around my neck and secured, such that I could barely move my head or body. My wrists were likewise bound within it, the position reminding me of the stocks used in the capital.
Though not as huge as before, I still felt incredibly bloated. My stomach lurched from the volume of seed stuffed inside it, my womb still swimming in their sperm. The pain in my backside and the warmth leaking out of it confirmed they hadn't even let that hole go undesecrated. My fur felt sticky and matted everywhere, what little movement I could manage squishing around what was undoubtedly more of their vile cum.
The taste of the male in my mouth was truly disgusting. Sweat and filth covered him, mixing with the taste of the males before him and the cum that had been released over my tongue. My throat wanted to gag, but his cock was so far down into me that it couldn't. The two of them had worked up a rhythm, driving me back and forth between their cocks, the grunts and pants I could hear telling me they were close.
I felt them both swell, more hot cum flooding my body. It was too much. I was going to burst, I knew it. Yet again I did not. My body took it all in, complaining but never giving out. I felt my womb touch the ground as it grew, my horror taking root again once I realized I was still in heat. How many had taken me? How many more would do the same? How many young were already growing within me?
When they pulled away, the flood gate opened up. My stomach unloaded, my body shaking as I puked up what felt like gallons. There was so much it drowned out the taste of bile, leaving me only with the potent mix of their sperm. As my legs collapsed under me, my womb was squeezed. I felt a geyser spray out of my pussy, lessening the pressure before my cervix snapped shut. I gurgled in despair, trying to push on my womb with my legs, but I couldn't get more to come out.
I could hear sobbing, but the sperm blinding me made it difficult to know how many did so. The wolf's voice drown it out for a moment. "Best start with her face. I want her to be able to see." The sobbing increased and grew louder until I felt the stocks shift slightly with new weight. I felt a tongue on each side of my muzzle, lapping up the new and old cum staining my face. I could hear whispered apologies, my mind finally working enough to recognize the voices just before they cleared my eyes. I could see my daughters, all that remained of my children, naked as the day they were born. Though still young, they were of age and free game to our assailants. A glance downward showed their fur stained with virginal blood, their bellies still swollen as if a few months pregnant from the cum they'd been filled with. If a parent could be granted the chance to save their children from any fate, this would be it. Though the abuse of my body had failed to end my life, my heartbreak just might.
Once they dutifully finished cleaning my face, the wolf spoke again. "Now the other end. Since you came from there, it's only proper you keep it clean while we make more siblings for you." The many cocks that had been down my throat had left me hoarse, my rage failing to materialize in anything other than pained groans. I could only hang there, supported by naught but the stocks and my absurdly swollen womb, as my daughters began cleaning the cum from my abused lower lips. I wanted to hate it. I wanted to be strong for their sake and not succumb to base desires. Yet the sensitivity of my body had not diminished, their tongues rapidly bringing me to the orgasm left unfinished from my previous mating. I could feel the contractions squishing more cum from my abused passage, my shame increasing from the muffled yips of surprise as I squirted my daughters in my rapists' seed.
By then I truly didn't think I had anything left for them to take. No pride, virtue, or happiness left unsullied. But I was wrong. Once my orgasm had faded and my daughters went back to cleaning me, I felt the same strong paw of the wolf grab my ears and force my head up. Before my eyes was Amalia, spread eagle in the same fashion I had been, only face down. A large bear anthro was busy rutting into her backside, cum dripping from her lips and little more than a thousand yard stare in her eyes. "Your apprentice is a delicious little tart. Maybe that's why you picked her? Having a little fun on the side while your mate was away?"
My growl was weak but heartfelt. Though she was young, Amalia had possessed a fiery spirit I had hoped to temper into a great warrior. Before my eyes they were destroying that promise. Though I was not ignorant of the evils of the world, never did I think anyone could truly be this viciously cruel and vile. Demons, the lot of them. Had their king sought out the occult in a bid to win?
When the bear came, I could see Amalia's belly grow. At the same time, she started making gurgling noises, looking as if she was about to wretch. A quick scream is all the sound she made before a gush of white sludge spilled from her muzzle. Her face down position made more sense now. They'd been raping her backside while I'd been out. I didn't even need to hear the wolf to know why. "We couldn't very well leave her be while you were out, but we figured it was best that you bear witness to her first breeding."
The wolf pushed the bear out of the way, lining up his massive cock with Amalia's yet untouched nether lips. Though I could not see him push in, I could see the look on Amalia's face. The stare dissolved as the wolf began to force her open, her eyes locking with mine in as pleading a look as could be imagined. I could do nothing but watch as she yelped and cried when her virginity was stolen, the painful stretching I knew well enough making her feel as if she would die but being denied that escape.
I could see the glow of a rune on her belly as the wolf drove into her, making good on their intention to breed her as they had me. To my horror I could feel my body reliving the sensations she was receiving, the thrusting and pain mirrored as phantom pain in my body. What was worse was the pleasure my daughters were giving me, making the unwanted pleasure grow more prominent in my mind. He intended to break me with this. To use my body against me to make me crave the depravity of his desires.
I could see Amalia straining and shaking, her first forced orgasm overwhelming her. Her howl was gurgled from the cum in her throat, pained and joyful in the same sound. Again she looked at me, as if to apologize for her weakness. She had not the experience nor the control to withstand the onslaught, the drugged and magically created pleasure giving her body a lifeline to escape the pain. In a desperate bid to save itself from agony, her body was dooming her mind to addiction. I could almost see this knowledge seep in before she came a second time.
The wolf stopped as he had with me, reaching around to rest his paw on her belly. "I'm glad you're enjoying it so much, little vixen. I'm sure you can't wait to get all of my cock. You and your teacher will be bearing us young for a long, long time, so be sure to do your best."
He looked right at me as he began to force his way into her innermost sanctum, a desperate wail filling the air from Amalia's plight. I could only watch as his balls slapped her crotch, her belly distended from the grossly oversized breeding tool stuffed into her. One last time she looked into my eyes, struggling to form words. "M-mistress...please... Help...me..."
My mind went utterly numb. I believed I truly had nothing left. The pleasure of my daughters' tongues brought me to shuddering climax again, my will unable to control my body any longer. I had nothing left to fight for, and no strength to fight with. I barely noticed the wolf howling in triumph as Amalia's belly grew to incredible proportions, or the huge twin reptilian cocks forcing their way into my pussy and ass simultaneously. I couldn't do much but dutifully accept the likewise massive equine cock into my mouth. I wondered if I would eventually accept this as my reality. If the pain of such helpless violation would fade into willing service to the pleasure.
Amalia's screams of grief and orgasm were the only indication anything else around me existed aside from the cocks using my body. I knew it was already too late. My pussy, and even my backside, now craved this stimulation. I had acquired a taste for cum, hoping for it so it might wash away the filth of these demons. I couldn't go back to who I was.
It felt like hours that I was raped, orgasms washing over me in time with Amalia's. In time, lost in the sea of bliss unwarranted, I began to lose myself. I wondered if that is what going mad felt like. How I could possibly still be sane was beyond me. Yet at the same time there was one tiny voice within me that refused to give in. It annoyed me at first. I was so tired of fighting. So tired of having to feel this grief and pain. I wanted to be able to rest and enjoy my new lot in life as best I could. If it meant losing my mind, then so be it.
"I wish I was half the warrior you are, love."
I tried to place the voice. It was someone important to me. My heart ached when I could not remember.
"Are you kidding me? You wield a weapon better than anyone I know! Any skill I have is because of you. You are my inspiration. My reason for fighting."
The face was blurry, but the name seemed on the tip of my tongue. Even when the one in my mouth stepped aside to give me a view of the wolf howling again and Amalia's belly swelling with even greater volumes of his seed the vague image would not vanish. But why?
"All the todds keep telling me how lucky I am to have you as my mate. But I don't think they know the best thing about you. Your iron will keeps me going, even in the darkest of times. Following your example has saved my life before, and it will save it again. If they inherit nothing else from you, I pray for our kits to gain that perseverance."
Cecil's face finally became clear. How could I have nearly forgotten him so easily? He was gone, but our time together was not. He told me so often of how I inspired him to greater things. Yet I had seldom told him of how he kept me grounded. Though his love and the kits we made, he reminded me of my duty to others and to myself. Without him I would have lost to hubris, unable to accomplish anything of merit.
It was this last bastion of sanity that broke through my shock. No matter how bleak the situation, if I gave up then there really was no hope. My shame, my pain, my agony: none of it mattered one whit so long as I did everything in my power to protect those who so relied on me. Though I might die, death through resistance was better than submission and slavery.
Using the hands of the demon behind me as leverage, I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist. I heard laughs and mocking sneers, announcing to all nearby how much I liked it. Waiting for just long enough to get them going again, I locked my ankles, pressing the bone into the base of the lizard's spine. Summoning all that remained of my strength, I squeezed hard while biting down with as much force as I could muster. Dual screams of pain filled the air, claws going into my backside at the same time a hand crashed into the side of my face. I refused to let go, feeling flesh give way to my teeth and bones creak under the pressure. A second punch to the head hit me, causing me to bite down just a bit harder. The flesh was severed at the same moment the snap of bone came. Both my assailants screamed in agony before falling away, blood splattering across my face as I hacked up the enormous member in my throat.
The world swam from the blows I'd endured. Probably a concussion. As the exertion caught up with me, I wondered if I wouldn't wake up again. It was worth it. I had horribly maimed if not killed two more minions while all but helpless and cost that demonic wolf a great deal of his pride. I had found my honor again. I had done all I could. Unconsciousness took me again, a smile on my lips as the world faded to black...