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Skaeth’s Triumph

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Commissioned by A. Nonny Mouse

Based on events starting at https://www.sofurry.com/view/856687 - The scene assumes that, instead of kobolds, Skaeth allied himself with orcs, among other relatively minor changes that will swiftly become apparent. Naturally, the events of this story are not canon.

Foolish. Foolish in so many ways. Rufus cursed himself again and again for letting himself trust that filthy minotaur for even a moment. Skaeth had been with him for weeks by that point, and while he’d once been a mercenary working for slavers, he was, as the job description indicated, a mercenary, one who fought for pay. Where the money lay, so did Skaeth’s loyalty, and Rufus knew there’d be plenty of gold to go around if he could defeat the Warlord ravaging the countryside.

His assumption that Skaeth would choose to join with him to overthrow the Warlord, and reap the obvious rewards that would come from such victory, unfortunately, were wrong. Instead, Skaeth had lured Rufus into the mountains with information that there was a hidden enclave of kobolds, filthy little lizard-creatures who threatened the forces arrayed against the Warlord, and would strike from the rear when those forces launched their attack against the Warlord. Full of fury and the determination to win, Rufus had rallied together a good two score of strong, proud Valkyrie warriors, the tall and mighty warrior women of the Far North, and set off into the mountains in search of the hidden tunnels of the kobolds, to root them out, and annihilate them as a threat.

The information was false.

The truth, as Rufus now knew, standing alone in the middle of the bloodstained defile, the bodies of well over a score of the porcine orcs lying scattered around his feet, was that the brown-furred minotaur had betrayed him – had betrayed them all! Worse, while he’d been able to withstand the onslaught of the orcs, he was the only one. He’d expected the treachery and cunning of kobolds, and had been watching on all sides, paying special attention to the ground, where he knew kobolds liked to spring their ambushes, tunneling up from above and trying to sink their hunters into the earth, where they’d be easy prey, or planting traps and deadfalls to catch the unwary. Rufus, however, wasn’t unwary at all – he knew kobolds, and knew how to avoid their traps, however cunning.

Orcs, however, instead of resorting to such mechanical treachery, were brutish creatures, and while they were treacherous, theirs was a far more simple, straightforward sort of treachery, their strategies uncomplicated and effective. When Rufus and the Valkyries behind him had entered the defile in the mountains, rather than meeting the expected traps from below, instead, nets rained down from above! Orcs came charging down onto the suddenly ensnared Valkyries with mighty bellows of lust-fuelled eagerness, for, as anyone who knew anything about orcs could tell you, orcs were driven first and foremost by the desire to squeeze their vile brats into the bellies of the females of any race they could overpower. To them, the Valkyries were the embodiment of the ideal breeding stock: strong, healthy, and stunningly – even supernaturally – beautiful. The last, of course, was something orcs most dearly prized in their victims: beauty was what an orc loved to defile most of all.

Standing alone in the rocky defile, however, meant far worse than that the Valkyries who’d been under his command were prisoners: it also meant that his friends and lovers had been taken prisoner as well. Ryg, the pale-furred blind she-wolf shamaness; Shara, the foxtaur vixen sorceress; Cassidy, the stealthy rabbitboy ranger; Padmini, the elephant-girl martial artist; Jonna, the mighty she-minotaur paladin. Most important of all the prisoners in Rufus’ heart, however, were Adel, Rufus’ mate, and his daughter, Rael. The very thought of what could be happening to his friends and loved ones in the depths of the pig-like humanoids’ caverns was enough to make Rufus’ lip curl in fury, his hackles rising.

The last of his present foes dead at his feet, the grey-furred, heavily-muscled wolfen alpha started a quick search of the area. With his sensitive wolf’s nose and sharp yellow eyes, it was only a matter of moments before he found the poorly-concealed entrance to the orcish depths beneath the mountains. By the gods, if Skaeth had in any way harmed Adel or Rael…

*

“Eep!” yelped the perky, gold-furred wolfgirl as Skaeth’s heavy hand came down right on the white patch starting directly beneath her tail, highlighting her tender pink parts. Besides the clearly-indicated target of her treasure tail, Rael seldom wore anything more than her long chain shirt, which only barely covered her nethers at the best of times. These, of course, were anything but the best of times, as she was forced to walk before the hulking, brown-furred minotaur, a heavy chain around her neck, its other end held in one of the powerful bullish brute’s hands. The same hand, incidentally, that had just turned Rael’s white undertail a nice, bright pink.

Whimpering a little as she rubbed her much-abused tushie, Rael risked a look back at Adel. The petite chipmunk girl was draped over Skaeth’s shoulder, her wrists bound behind her back, her ankles and knees lashed tightly together. Shortly after dragging both girls into the tunnels behind the other orcs, Skaeth had made it a point to tear off the plates of the little warrior girl’s armor, working as swiftly as he could while Rufus was busy fighting orcs outside, then followed the armor with Adel’s soft brown leathers, her vest and her tight-fitting breeches, which usually clung so snugly to her perfect, heart-shaped bottom. Tossing these garments aside, the massive bull-man had swiftly lashed the struggling munkling’s limbs, ignoring her desperate kicks as he cinched the ropes tight and tossed her over his shoulder, thrusting the perfect twin mounds of her wriggling bum almost straight up into the air. Rael he’d simply leashed like some stray dog being dragged off to the pound, using occasional slaps and cuffs from one heavy hand to drive her in front of him, fearful of inciting the hulking, dominant male’s wrath.

All around her, in other tunnels connected to the one where Skaeth was transporting his prisoners, as well as in that same tunnel, but up ahead, Rael could clearly hear the sounds of the Valkyries as they were born toward their ultimate doom by the green- and black- and tan-skinned pig-men. Like Skaeth, the orcs had wasted no time in stripping their captives at the first possible opportunity, and so every glimpse Rael had of her fellow captives was of smooth, naked flesh, mostly the pale skins of the north-bred warrior women who made up the bulk of the Valkyries, but with a few transplants from more exotic climes as well, their skins a rich, deep ebony, or with an almost golden tint. Some were loudly protesting, others were silent save for the occasional grunt as they were brought along, and a rare few, mostly the younger ones, were whimpering or even pleading for mercy from creatures that would surely show none.

“Ah,” sighed Skaeth in satisfaction as the tunnel suddenly widened out into a broad, vast cavern, lit by eerily-flickering fires. “Here we are: the breeding chambers.”

Eyes widening in horror at the sight before her, Rael gasped and started to back up, only to yelp! in shock as she backed into something long and thick and blunt, making her jump a little, before Skaeth’s heavy hand came down on her slender shoulder, and pushed her before him fully into the massive chamber. Glancing to the side, Rael caught sight of Padmini as the gorgeous, shapely elephant girl was carried in, dangling from a sturdy pole, to which her wrists and knees had been securely bound. Poor Padmini only had time to share a sad-eyed expression with Rael that came from the knowledge that she was well and truly doomed, before the orcs moved toward the center of the chamber, where the largest fire of all was burning, chanting something dark and ancient in their filthy language. Jonna was there already, the muscular, dark-furred she-minotaur kneeling before the fire, her face set in determination to never give in, even with her armor stripped from her body, revealing the many whorls and arabesques of white paint that covered her bare black fur, her wrists tied behind her back, her ankles cinched together as well. Soon the orcs brought more women and girls of the Valkyries forward, slinging them onto the ground around the fire, or setting the poles from which some dangled, like Padmini, into the slots at the tops of Y-shaped metal rods hammered into the stone floor, letting them hang there to await the doom the orcs had planned for them.

On the far side of the fire, Rael was horrified to see the pale-furred shamaness, Ryg, struggling in vain against the thongs that bound her trim, naked body to an X-shaped platform. On either side of this platform were two figures: a hunched, wizened pig-man, bedecked in strange fetishes of bone and stone and metal that somehow did nothing to conceal his heavy, dangling cock; and a tall, proud-looking tan orc wearing the skull of an immense wild boar over his head and nothing else, his penis almost the mirror of the older orc’s, his body powerful and heavily-muscled. Looking a little closer, Rael realized that they had to be related, perhaps even father and son. The two shamans were speaking, their voices thick and full of grunting accents, making it almost impossible for Rael to follow what they were saying.

“You speak their dialect,” said Skaeth, lifting Adel and setting her dainty feet on the ground not far from where the two shamans were making their speech, so that she was balanced there most precariously, due to her still-bound legs. “Translate for everyone. Do it!”

Skaeth punctuated his command with a heavy slap to Adel’s perfect bottom, his other hand going to her shoulder to keep her from falling over into the fire. The two orcish shamans paused their speech, and turned to look at Adel, who trembled on her feet, then leaned against Jonna, who was kneeling nearby, for support. The chipmunk girl looked down at the she-minotaur, who nodded solemnly.

“There’s no point in resisting now,” said the captive paladin. “Save your strength for later, when you’ve got a chance to win.”

“S-slaves of the Mountain Tribes,” Adel began, her voice faltering only a little at first, before she screwed up her courage, and began to translate properly, while the old shaman talked primarily, his words only slightly added to by the younger shaman. “Wenches of the armies that resist the Warlord. Breeding stock now put into your proper place. You have been shown your weakness. There is no escape from this place. There is no escape at all: you will spend the rest of your days bearing the Mountain Tribes many strong warrior sons. You should be honored that pathetic sows like yourselves should be given such an opportunity. It is obviously far more than you deserve.”

As the old shaman spoke, the young shaman brought out a thick, phallic object, painted and carved with many strange symbols. He brought it to Ryg’s exposed, vulnerable quim, then started to stroke it up and down, rubbing it through her soft-furred folds. Almost immediately, Rael felt a rush of sensation burst in her loins, and when Ryg gave an involuntary moan, so did Rael…and so did almost every female there.

“These are…are the chambers of breeding,” Adel forced herself to say, even as her cheeks grew flushed while the young shaman teased the bulbous tip of the phallus against Ryg’s nipples. “The Mountain Tribes have used them for generations to ensure our seed stays strong and pure. You will…ah!...you will all…ngh…all soon start to ripen, your bellies prepared to accept our potent pig-seeeeeeeeEEEEEE!”

Adel would surely have collapsed then, as the young shaman rubbed the phallus’ blunt tip against Ryg’s erect clitoris with a brisk, vigorous gyration, repeated again and again, until Ryg was gritting her teeth tightly, her juices flowing copiously down her inner thighs. Fortunately for Adel, Jonna leaned over, somehow able to ignore the gush of her own juices enough to lend support to her friend. Bent over Jonna’s head, resting her belly right between the she-minotaur’s ivory horns, Adel gasped and panted for breath, little realizing the show she was putting on for Skaeth and the orcish shamans standing behind her, admiring her outthrust, pert bottom.

The young shaman grinned savagely, which thrust his tusks out even more, before he started to feed the thick length of the ritual phallus, filled with potent sympathetic magic, into Ryg’s trembling cunny. Almost immediately, every female throat gave voice to cries of shock and involuntary pleasure, and a glance at Adel’s upturned nethers would swiftly reveal the reason why: the snug lips of her cunny was spreading apart, as though it was her quim into which the phallus was being thrust!

“Soon all your bellies will be round and fat with litters of orclings, your baby baskets filled to the brim and overflowing,” Adel continued in a rush, translating more from instinctual action than from conscious thought, sweat trickling down her flushed face as the young shaman gyrated the phallus inside Ryg’s quim. “Even…even the pathetic male we captured will be forced to give birth! Glory to the Warlord! Glory to the warriors of the Mountain Tribe orcs!”

Whatever else Adel might have been about to say was drowned out as the old shaman, grinning even more wickedly than his son, lifted a second phallus, glistening with slick oil, and squeeeeezed it, nice and slow, into Ryg’s clenching tailhole. Even Jonna couldn’t hold back a wail as she tumbled forward, making Adel slump onto the ground next to her, both their bottoms thrust high, tailholes and cunnies stretched wide open.

“Pain will ensure you make more babies,” Adel mumbled through the haze of orgasmic violation. “Will make you give more milk…ah!”

Skaeth’s heavy hand came down hard on Adel’s upturned bottom, and she came almost immediately. Shoving poor Rael down onto all-fours between Adel and Jonna, the hulking, powerful bull minotaur tore off his loincloth, then paused, admiring the three shapely bottoms presented toward him. As their tailholes and cunnies clenched suddenly shut as the shamans slid their ritual phalluses free of Ryg’s body, and positioned themselves fore and aft, ready to claim the struggling shamaness themselves, Skaeth grinned wickedly as he caressed each of their rumps in turn, admiring the differences. Adel’s bum was like a pair of firm, ripe tomatoes, or a plump, soft-furred peach, fitting almost perfectly against the minotaur’s palms. Rolling those broad, rough, calloused palms outward, Skaeth nodded in deep satisfaction as he let his eyes play over the achingly tight star of the chipmunk girl’s tailhole, so small and similar to the cream-colored fur of her underbelly, it was rather easy to miss, save for the barely-visible, tell-tale hint of pink. That pink color was much more noticeable around Adel’s slit, as flushed and wet as she was from the cruel shamanistic magic that had ravaged her body, preparing her for a proper breeding, orc-style.

Releasing his grip on Adel’s buns with a sharp-toothed grin, Skaeth seized Rael’s fluffy wolftail, and hiked it high, making the perky pupteen yelp! at being so rudely exposed. Just a little more rounded and plump than Adel’s, Rael had a fine set of buns, smooth and sleek with her health and youth. No wonder the naughty pup always seemed to be showing it off…and getting it abused in various ways. Rael looked over her shoulder with a soft whimper, obviously expecting Skaeth to do something awful to her, but for right now, he just looked her over, leaning in a little closer to take in her sweet, ripe scent: the scent of a young wolfgirl in a full, fertile heat. Unlike Adel’s quite humanlike bits, Rael’s cunny was almost wolflike, with a slight “Y” shape visible at the top of her slit. Her tailhole stood out more clearly as well, a sudden transition from peachy fur to snug, clean, bright pink right at the junction immediately beneath her tail. Experimenting, Skaeth reached in to tease his finger lightly against Rael’s tailhole, grinning at the louder whimper this brought from the wolfgirl. Yeah, she was a tried-and-true tailslut, all right.

Ah, and now for Jonna. Letting Rael’s tail free, ignoring it as Rael promptly tucked her tail between her legs once more, Skaeth licked his lips as his huge hands gripped and then started to maul the shapely she-minotaur’s rump. From horns to hooves, Jonna was as muscular as she was well-endowed. If anything, her powerful physique just added to her shapely features, making her breasts stand out even more from her well-muscled chest, her firm, toned buns seem even more rounded and squeezable. Skaeth chuckled at the way Jonna’s washboard belly tensed as his hands roamed freely over her smooth, supple bottom, squeezing and spreading and rolling the generous, solid-rounded mounds of gorgeous female flesh. Yes, Jonna would make a fine first victim, and one which Skaeth had long desired.

“I’m gonna start out by breeding you, Jonna,” Skaeth growled in the tight-bodied cow’s ear as his hands left off tracing the whorls and curlicues of white body paint that covered her sleek black fur. “Gonna knock you up, and make sure you’re properly broken, with a belly full of my calves.” One strong hand seized her tufted ox’s tail and pulled it up, gripping it firmly at the base, then tugging on it to make her raise her hips higher. “But you’re not the main course here, Jonna,” he continued, his other hand parting the dark lips of her succulent sex, letting its juices flow freely from the dark red inner depths. “I’m just gonna use you to work off some steam. I’m making babies in you first so I can last longer while I plow out these other extra-tight cuties.”

His hand went to his heavy shaft, dark and swollen and glistening as he stroked it up and down, wetting it thoroughly with his precum until it glistened like Jonna’s pussy. Guiding his bloated cockhead forward, Skaeth chuckled cruelly as Jonna tensed up, feeling his glans nudge apart her deeply-flushed labia. He paused there for a moment, letting Jonna realize the inevitability of her doom, feeling her inner lips clasping the throbbing head of his erection, almost kissing it, as though welcoming its entrance into her magically-quickened inner depths. Leaning over Jonna, Skaeth grinned as he looked down at her face, her expression still defiant even as he started to squeeze his cock into her, taking his time, making her feel every throbbing fingerspan of his meaty length. Turning his gaze straight down to watch his shaft piercing the center swell of Jonna’s bottom, her pussy visibly clamping down on his invading organ, Skaeth then looked back at her face, and he laughed at her tightly-grit jaw, her expression as tense as the rest of her body.

“It’s a losing battle, Jonna,” he taunted her, hauling up on her tail as he slammed his hips against her buns, making the muscled half-globes bounce just the slightest amount. “Orcs have millennia of ancestral magic, honed over generations.” He ground his hips against the she-minotaur’s gushing quim, exulting in the way her inner walls gripped him, even as her face twisted in the lingering remnants of defiance, swiftly becoming tainted by the growing realization that no amount of willpower could resist forever. “All of it made not just to breed their prisoners…but to break them as well!”

As he said this, Skaeth let his hips smack against Jonna’s rump, jerking on her tail, using it to guide her like the reins of an especially spirited steed. This time, despite all her efforts to hold out, Jonna gave a shrill cry, her mouth and eyes wide at the force of the realization she was forced to accept: she was enjoying this!

Bound tightly, bent over and forced to await their turns, Rael and Adel watched Jonna with eyes filled with as much pity as trepidation. At first the she-minotaur’s breasts swung back and forth, their dark nipples rigid and erect. Then Skaeth tilted her forward a little more, Jonna’s full breasts squeezing against the cool stone of the cave floor, letting him use gravity to really open up. The slapping of flesh-on-flesh, Skaeth’s lusty grunts, and Jonna’s moans of forced pleasure filling their ears, Rael whimpered pitifully, while Adel did her best to put on a brave face. After all, there was still Rufus. Surely he would save them.

*

Urgh, why couldn’t it have been kobolds? They smelled so much nicer than boar orcs.

In a dark set of tunnels like the ones Rufus was traversing, traps were almost expected. To be perfectly honest, “normal” people did not typically trap their homes any more than was absolutely necessary. After all, they had to live there, while intruders were just passing through, and having traps everywhere tended to make normal daily life into a serious problem. Kobolds, however, seemed perfectly willing to sacrifice comfort in order to cause the maximum inconvenience for anyone who might be so foolish as to enter their tunnels. Rufus supposed this tendency came from the kobold realization of their inevitable mortality. So, knowing they were ultimately going to die the moment they came into a serious contest of strength with just about anyone who might invade their lairs, kobolds would happily settle for an opportunity to sell themselves dearly when it was required, and when it was possible, to avoid direct confrontations entirely, using traps as their surrogates.

Orcs, however, met force with force. Instead of having to pick his way past a variety of traps, Rufus had already had to cut his way through three rooms filled with the piggish humanoids, left behind as a rear guard against what they had obviously supposed would be his inevitable pursuit through the tunnels. Fortunately for Rufus, the orcs he’d encountered were younger boars, most of them only just starting to show the tusks of full adulthood, and so they’d been fairly easy for him to kill.

The presence of these rear guards, however, had two effects, neither of which escaped Rufus. First of these effects was that, despite all his strength and ability, and even the manic power of his feral rages, Rufus was slowly tiring out. A million little bumps and bruises and scratches were gradually adding up, and it was only a matter of time before Rufus would be required to either rest or fall victim to his mounting injuries.

Second of these effects was the far worse one: Rufus just couldn’t rest. There was no time! Orcs only left younger males behind as they had when the older, more seasoned, more virile warriors had matters that demanded their attention. Matters, for instance, such as the general rape of several score of nubile human women and girls, filling them with the next generation of squealing porcine brats. In the wild and bloody culture of orcs, producing offspring was often at least as important as life itself, and frequently even more important. Knowing that Rufus would be on his way, those wicked, cruel pigmen would be most eager indeed to pound as much pussy as possible before their next battle.

And they had Adel and Rael – Rufus’ mate and daughter.

No; Skaeth had Adel and Rael!

Fired with sudden energy by the mental picture of his teenaged loved ones in the clutches of that vile traitor, Rufus quickened his pace, tightening his grips on his bearded axe and shortsword, his jaw tensing, upper lip curling in rising, righteous fury. Skaeth would pay for his treachery! Following his nose, Rufus could find his way even in the near-blackness of the orcish tunnels, for the orcs had done nothing to conceal their passage. Filthy things at the best of times, the orcs were even more careless with the prospect of rutting a small army of nubiles, and even more smelly with their eager, aroused musk. The scent of an aroused orc wasn’t something you forgot easily.

Huh? What was that? Rufus’ ears perked as he suddenly caught sight of a flickering light up ahead of him in the tunnel. Judging from the way the shadows played around, the tunnel must open up into a cave of astonishing size. More than just sight greeted Rufus’ keen senses, however; he could also hear full well exactly what was being done to his friends and allies. That was Cassidy’s voice, or so Rufus was almost certain, almost girlish in the way the tan-furred rabbit was squealing. Were those pig-faced bastards torturing his friend? If so, they’d pay dearly for whatever they’d done to the lagomorphs scout.

Hefting his weapons and letting the fury of battle settle over him in a red haze, Rufus rushed forward, measuring his pace to start, not tiring himself out yet. There’s be plenty of time for that soon enough. Right now, he was lusting for the blood of pig-faced orclings, spilled aplenty. He’d rend them all limb from limb! He’d splatter them all over their lair! He’d…

Despite himself, Rufus came up short at the sight that greeted him in the vast cavern. All around him, the air was filled with the wails of forced pleasure as beautiful superhuman females were ravished in so many different ways by the burly, heavy-bellied war-boars of the orcish elite. Not far off, Rufus’ ears drew his eyes to where Cassidy was being bounced in the lap of an especially massive brute – he must have had some ogre blood in him – facing away from the huge boar, his stiff penis bobbing, leaking heavily as the oversized orc used both hands around Cassidy’s waist to pump the rabbitboy up and down with cruel vigor. Only a short distance from Cassidy, the red foxtaur, Shara, was right in the middle of a full-on gangbang, lying on her back on top of a broad-bodied boar whose prick was stuffed to the hilt in her tailhole, taking another in her pussy, both shafts stretching her until the white fur framing her delicately pink parts was flushed almost pink with the pressure of being stuffed so fully. At the same time, Shara, ever eager to prevent herself from suffering even harsher treatment, was working her black-furred hands up and down the swollen pigpricks of two more orcs, while a fifth gripped her head as she tilted it back, force-feeding her with his heavy shaft.

Besides those of his friends closest to him, Rufus could see Padmini, the beautiful and shapely elephant girl martial artist, fully in the grip of three more huge orcs, each almost as big as the one violating Cassidy. They’d have to be that size to have a chance of overpowering someone as strong as Padmini, Rufus reflected. While one of the orcs held the elephant girl’s wrists pinned above her head, and the other two pinned her legs, a fourth grunted loudly as he pumped his hips, plowing the elephant girl’s cunny with savage eagerness, his heavy balls slapping against her plump buns, just above her brush-tipped tail. Padmini’s trunk flailed, and Rufus knew she had to be crying out, but her voice wasn’t really audible over the sounds of the general rape orgy in the room.

At the far end of the room, Ryg was being squashed between two huge, fetish-bedecked orcs, obviously the shamans of the group. Probably also the ones who’d worked the magic that was making all of the orcs’ victims so aroused, whether willing or not. Curling his upper lip, Rufus determined that he’d put a stop to their double penetration of the pale-furred she-wolfen’s quim, and all the rest of the mess before him as well. After all, as soon as they weren’t weakened by magic-enhanced arousal, Rufus was certain he could rally the Valkyries, get them to face and defeat their captors despite all the ordeals they’d suffered. The orcs wouldn’t expect it, not right when they were enjoying what they were certain was their moment of triumph…

No!

Immediately, Rufus’ plans were wiped from his mind as he caught sight of the traitor, Skaeth. The heavy-muscled brown-furred bull minotaur had a smug grin on his face as he was thrusting forward and down, straight into Jonna’s black-framed cunny. Every time his hips slapped against her muscular, rounded rump, one hand hauling up on her short tail with each brutal plunge, Jonna’s breasts swung forward, the flesh of her bum visibly rippling despite how tightly she had their muscles clenched. In fact, all the muscled of her body were clenched, veins standing out clearly, and Rufus realized, as sweat dripped down the she-minotaur’s face, that Jonna was using all her will to resist the inevitable: the magic-induced orgasm that would surely rob her of her ability to resist any longer, no matter what was done to her.

The traitor would die!

Snarling in fury, Rufus charged forward, forgetting strategy at the sight of his hated foe. Skaeth would pay for his betrayal! And once he was dead, the rest of these filthy, pig-faced monsters would pay in like fashion. There would be no survivors! Orcs rose up from their rape, mostly those who’d been waiting their turn, and Rufus plowed through them, cutting many down, shoving others aside. Nothing mattered right then. Nothing, that is, except reaching Skaeth, and ending his life.

Soon, however, Rufus discovered that not even his righteous rage was enough to push his way through the orcs milling around him. They were in the very heart of their lair, while he was an outsider, and very much alone. Perhaps if he’d had backup, a party that could help him, support him, then he might have had a chance, or even better than a mere chance. As he was then, however, alone and armed only with his weapons and his rage, Rufus found himself gripped firmly by many mighty hands, and borne down to the ground, despite all his savage struggles.

“Hrrrr!” bellowed Skaeth, his lips curling back in pleasure, a gush of thick, potent cum splashing out over Jonna’s black-furred bottom as he came in quantities so copious, her slick, muscular cunny simply couldn’t contain it all. “Oh yeah! Now that’s fine pussy!” Breathing hard, letting Jonna slump forward, spent, her face frozen in the horrified shock of her forced orgasm, Skaeth chuckled cruelly as he looked at Rufus’ face, then wiped his heavy, uncircumcised cock off on the she-minotaur’s upraised rump.

“Looks like you finally made the party, Rufus,” Skaeth taunted his former leader, rising to his feet. “Good thing, too: you’re just in time for the main event.”

For just a moment, Rufus paused in his struggles beneath the weight of orcs crushing down on him, frozen in place by curiosity. What could the traitorous bull be plotting? Obviously nothing good. Then Rufus’ eyes widened in fury and horror as he saw what Skaeth was carrying in his arms, their legs kicking in futile desperation: it was Adel and Rael!

“No!” roared Rufus, surging upward, throwing his whole weight and might against the burly-bodied boars holding him down. Their combined weight and might was more than his own, however, and so Rufus was borne down to the cavern floor once more, before insult was added to injury as one of the more sadistic orcs reached down, gripping his lower jaw, and forced him to face toward Skaeth.

Taking his time, Skaeth came very close to where Rufus was being held down, then lowered the two wriggling teens to the floor, facing toward him, before shoving them both to their knees. From this position, Rufus was looking almost straight at both girls’ bare bottoms, the tense little indentations of their cunnies and tailholes clearly visible from the rear, and he could also clearly see their wrists, bound behind their backs.

“Quite a sight, eh?” taunted Skaeth, his huge hands roaming down both girls’ backs, then making them whimper pitifully as he squeezed and then groped and slowly mauled their rounded little tushies, letting Rufus get a good whiff of their heavy heatscent. “I’d bet quite a smell, too, knowing you wolves’ noses. Two teenage girls right in the middle of the ripest, heaviest heat they’ve ever experienced. The next male to pop his penis in ‘em is gonna knock them up, but good…and that next male is gonna be me.”

Skaeth laughed, then bent the poor girls forward, so their heads were down, their bottoms raised, before squeezing their two tushies together, pressing them a little closer to Rufus’ muzzle, so he couldn’t help but fully experience the slick, forced arousal of the two slim young cuties. Thick, calloused fingers stroked down over the tightly-pressed lips of their quims, then squeeze inside, making each girl cry out in their sweet, high-pitched voices as they were deeply penetrated, then slowly stretched open as Skaeth added a second finger…and then a third, drawing out loud wails from both lovely girls, followed by another cruel laugh from the mighty bull.

“You’re a lucky man, Rufus,” Skaeth continued, one hand gripping the base of his shaft, while the other came down with a loud SMACK right on poor Rael’s tiny, flushed cunny, making her yelp! and squeal and wriggle her bottom like a puppy, before that same heavy hand grabbed the base of her tail, and hoisted her bum until it was pointing almost straight up, her dainty paws kicking. “You get to watch a real man knock up first your daughter, and then your wife!”

Rufus tried to snarl out words of defiance, but the orcs were there, gripping his jaws, then forcing his head into a thick leather muzzle, and cinching it firmly into place; there was no way for Rufus to break free of bonds like that. As he was forced to watch, held irresistibly in position, as Skaeth slowly – oh so slowly – guided his massive uncut cock downward, straight toward Rael’s defenseless little pink puppy pussy.

“No, please!” sobbed Rael, desperately trying to squirm her way out from under Skaeth, even as he shifted his grip to her perky tush, squeezing her buns tightly as he held her right where he wanted her. “Please, daddy!” she begged, looking over her shoulder at her father. “Daddy, save me! He’s gonna put his penis in me! He’s…he’s gonna get me pregnant! Nooo!”

At that moment, Skaeth’s blunt, brutal cockhead bumped against Rael’s bottom. Desperately, exerting all her remaining strength as she continued to cry out “No!” and “Daddy, help me, please!”, the petite pubescent wolfling jerked her bottom up still higher, making Skaeth’s downward thrust go wide, sliding up (since she was facing toward him), across her belly. He grunted at the miss, then pulled back, trying again, only this time to end up thrusting his shaft into the tight gluteal crease of Rael’s tushie, like an oversized sausage in too little bun. On the third attempt, however, the heavy head of Skaeth’s cock squished against Rael’s white-framed, pink cunny, the very tip squeezing just barely inside of her, making her cunny lips visibly clench and clasp down around that fat bullish glans.

“Nooooo!” squealed Rael as Skaeth shifted both his hands to her little puppy bottom, squeezing it tightly as he started to shift his hips this way and that, growling and grunting and gritting his teeth as he started to gradually work his way into Rael’s very tight cunny. “Ah! Save me! Please, don’t let him do it! It’s…it’s going in! Daddy, help! Daddeeeeeeeeeee!”

With a loud, wet, messy squelch, accompanied by Skaeth’s loud, masculine grunt, and Rael’s sweet, high-pitched, puppyish squeal of absolute violation, Rufus’ could clearly see the hulking bull’s shaft bend for a moment, and then sink, nice and slow, into the poor little pupteen’s cunny. Bellowing in triumph, the powerful bull-beast crouched over the squirming, petite wolfteen, and put his weight into his downward thrust, Rael’s squealing getting louder and louder, her struggles more and more desperate until, finally, Skaeth’s balls came to a rest on the poor girl’s smooth, white-furred bum, right beneath her tail. Positioned as she was, her bottom stuck almost straight in the air while facing away from her father, her head between Skaeth’s legs, Rufus could clearly see his daughter’s clitoris and smooth, peach-furred pubis, and just as clearly see the way her tiny pink cunny was so thoroughly stretched, clenching again and again with desperate, youthful energy around the massive prick invading its tender depths so very, very thoroughly.

“Ooh yeah,” rumbled Skaeth, pausing for a long moment to better savor the exquisite tightness of Rael’s teenage twat. “Oooh yeah! Nothing like taming a teenager. Especially when she’s got her little-cocked daddy right there to watch.” He ground his hips, eliciting several loud wails from poor little Rael, followed a moment later by a convulsive jerk of her entire body – she’d just cum! “Hah! And she cums like a geyser, too! Guess she just needed a real male to give her what she wanted.”

With so many rough, powerful hands holding him down, more still holding his muzzled head firmly in place, forcing him to watch every juicy detail, Rufus couldn’t avoid the sight of Skaeth as the hulking minotaur started to work his hips, up and down. Her perky breasts squeezed tightly against the stone floor of the cave, Rael gave out sweet, high-pitched cries of “oh! Oh! Oh!” again and again as Skaeth’s hips started moving faster now, harder, putting more of his raw strength into each thrust. And he had to use a good deal of his strength, too: Rael was tight, and her inner walls gripped down on his vein-covered shaft tighter still. Despite Rael’s tightness, however, Skaeth rapidly began building up a head of steam, until before long his heavy, bloated sperm-sac was slapping Rael’s white treasure tail again and again, hard and fast and loud, making her cry out with each impact, even as the patch of white starting beneath her tail started to turn a bright shade of pink. Almost as pink, in fact, as her heavily flushed and thoroughly stretched cunny.

“Right where you belong, puppy slave,” laughed Skaeth, mauling Rael’s bouncy bottom in his heavy-calloused hands. “On the business end of my cock, like the slut you are…rgh!” His neck tensed, and Rufus could see the lines of tightness around the minotaur’s jaw and face. “Getting’ close…real close.” His hips started moving faster now, harder, great dollops of Rael’s juices squirting out around the massive invading organ inside of her. “Oooh yeah!” he bellowed, crouching over the pubescent puppy, really putting his back into pounding her savagely. “Take it all, pupslave! Time for you to become a mom!”

“Nooooo!” screamed Rael in desperation…but it was far too late by then. Even as her hands clenched in their bindings behind her back, Skaeth’s thick white cum almost literally geysered up from Rael’s well-stretched quim; there was just too much semen going into her for the little teen to be able to take it all!

Continuing to work his hips even harder and faster than before, brutally making poor Rael’s bottom bounce with each brutal slap of his groin and balls against her backside, Skaeth’s expression was one of tension-filled triumph as he looked straight into Rufus’ eyes. Rufus was able to smell Rael’s receptive state from where he was held chin-down on the stone floor, and knew there was no chance that she wasn’t pregnant now. Depending on how strong the fertility magic that had been used, she could easily have an entire litter of babies in her cub carrier after the healthy load Skaeth had emptied into her.

Grunting in deep satisfaction, Skaeth finally jerked himself up and out of little Rael’s cunny, letting the poor, used up pup slump to the ground on her side, shuddering all over with aftershocks from her forced orgasms, spurts of the bull’s copious cum still squirting out of her thoroughly stretched puppy pussy. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was breathing heavily, her eyes heavy-lidded, her mouth slightly open, though her expression was vacant, all thought having left her after her ordeal.

“Liked watching me knock up your daughter, huh, Rufus?” Skaeth chuckled down at the helpless wolf. “Don’t feel too jealous about it, though: after all, you’re gonna end up pregnant too pretty soon.”

Rufus’ eyes widened at this revelation. No! That…that just couldn’t be possible…. Then his eyes shifted to Cassidy, even as the poor lithe rabbit boy squealed loudly, his long, slender shaft starting to spurt even as the orc plundering his tailhole began cumming himself, filling the bunny’s tight bottom right to the brim in seconds, copious juices swiftly dripping to the floor in torrents.

“You know orcs,” Skaeth chuckled, reaching down to pat Rufus’ head before he could move it away in his revulsion at the traitor bull’s touch. “They’re obsessed with making babies. They can’t manage to make you have more than one at a time, sadly, since you’re not really equipped for it, but they long ago learned even one baby was enough to take the fight out of a male prisoner. Especially one as hot as you.” The minotaur grinned as he turned, reaching toward Adel as the little chipmunk girl cowered nearby, catching hold of her ankle as she tried to inchworm her way back and away from the powerful brute. “I’d knock you up personally,” Skaeth continued in a conversational tone, even as he easily dragged Adel over, and flipped her onto all-fours, her perfect, heart-shaped bottom facing him, her snug cunny slick and wet and ready for his use, “but I promised these gentleorcs that they could have the honor. Besides,” he laughed, moving slightly to the side so Rufus could clearly watch as the minotaur squeezed poor Adel’s brown-furred bottom, spreading her buns wide to show off the lighter tan fur of her undertail and underbelly, as well as her achingly snug girlparts, “I’m gonna be real busy knocking up your mate!”

Filled with a second burst of primal fury, Rufus jerked forward, snarling loudly into the muzzle holding his mouth fast. But there were too many orcs holding him, and in moments he collapsed back to the stone floor of the cavern, before giving a sharp gasp as he felt one of those orcs grab his loincloth, tearing it brutally off the muscular wolfen’s body, baring his firm, taut rump. Squealing to each other eagerly in their degraded language, the cruel piggish orcs started to grope and squeeze and maul Rufus’ buns, until two of them spread his cheeks wide apart, and a third thrust his tongue firmly against the helpless alpha male’s tailhole. Cheeks flushing, Rufus could feel himself swiftly starting to sprout an impressive erection despite all his desires to the contrary – not only did it feel good to be rimming, he was indeed as susceptible to the orcish fertility and pleasure magic as any female. Now that he was paying attention, he could even feel a strange tingling sensation somewhere just beneath his navel, somewhere that hadn’t been there when he’d woken up that morning.

No! This can’t be happening!

Struggling desperately, Rufus made a host of angry, defiant sounds, until his chain of thought was thrown off by Adel’s sudden cry. Skaeth had turned the poor little chipmunk girl around, and as he began gnawing on her delicate pink parts (the cause of her involuntary cry) she was almost nose-to-nose with Rufus, her big blue eyes staring straight into his red ones. Despite herself, Adel’s eyes turned to Jonna, where the gorgeous, well-muscled she-minotaur was now being gang-raped side by side with poor, sweet Padmini, both large girls’ breasts bouncing forward and back with the rapid slapping of plump piggish boar bellies against their upturned bottoms. Those same eyes then turned toward Rael, lying on her side, tears leaking from her eyes in much the same way Skaeth’s fertilizing cum was leaking from her cunny. All around them, mighty warrior women of all ages and races of humanity gave voice, again and again, to forced orgasms, and the horrified realization that they would all soon be popping out litters of squealing orcish brats, serving the rest of their lives as brood mothers for the disgusting, porcine humanoids.

There would be no escape this time. This time, they were doomed.

Rufus had followed Adel’s gaze with his own, the same sense of fatal finality starting to fill his chest as well. All the same, when he next met his mate’s eyes, he shook his head, his expression determined, unwilling to yield even in the face of hopeless odds. He managed, through sheer force of will, to keep that brave expression, right up until the moment a bulbous, grotesquely huge, piggish prick plowed its way savagely into his defenseless tailhole. While Rufus managed to stifle himself to a single whimper of defilement at such cruel violation, Adel was unable to hold back her own scream as Skaeth’s absolutely immense bullcock violently punched past the tightness of her snug-clasped labia, and burrowed its cruel way deep, deep into her innermost depths.

Pausing a moment, Skaeth took this opportunity to look down at Adel’s perfect, heart-shaped bottom, and the way his ponderous shaft was stretching her right to the limits of her body’s ability to endure. Stroking his large, rough hands down her waist, then gripping and squeezing her twin cheeks, the brutal minotaur admired the clearly-defined dimples of the helpless little chipmunk’s lower back, each dimple right above her cheeks. Allowing his hands to continue to roam, Skaeth spread Adel’s buns widely apart, grinning down at the way her miniscule tailhole winked and tensed with each slight shift of his hips. Then he squeezed her cheeks together, and ground his hips against her, making the little munkling squeal loudly at the forced pleasure this action brought. With the orcish magic at work, she couldn’t help herself!

Rufus couldn’t help himself either, breathing hard, his wolfstsaff stiff and dripping as the orc presently behind him wasted no time, but promptly got to work with a savage, punishing tempo to his thrusts. There would be no mercy from monsters such as these, and Rufus knew it. Unlike many of the Valkyries being ravished all around, the fallen alpha wouldn’t have wasted his breath pleading to be spared, even if he’d been able to do so with the muzzle holding his mouth shut tight. His eyes went to Adel, and he felt fury building within him, fury that he knew was presently impotent, as he saw her expression, her flushed cheeks, her wide eyes, her parted lips forming a nearly perfect “o” of forced pleasure at this total violation of her body, and also of her spirit. Feeling the orc behind him already starting to speed up, grunting in typical porcine fashion as spurts of thicker precum started to splash against the insides of Rufus’ rectum, not bothering to draw out the rape any longer than necessary, but focused instead on getting himself off, Rufus could feel empathy for Adel: despite himself, he was getting closer to his own orgasm with each savage, brutal thrust that slapped loudly against his muscular, masculine backside.

Now it was Skaeth’s turn to start thrusting his hips. Back in control of himself, and no longer in danger of popping his cork right away, the savage minotaur barbarian started to work his own hips forward and back. Slowly, at least to start, Adel’s juices glistening on the fingerspans of cocklength he worked in and out of her. A loud squeal from nearby made Skaeth glance up, then grin as he saw the first orc to rape Rufus almost sprawled over the grey-furred wolfen’s back, splatters of cum gushing down the captive male’s heavy balls. Pulling out before he was quite finished, the orc made sure to stroke out a few more heavy blasts of cum over Rufus’ toned buns, marking the male as orcish property, a slave-slut for the piggish humanoids. Already, the ravished wolf could feel that same something he’d felt before, but more powerfully. The sensation was a strange, building warmth deep inside of himself, and it was actually even more arousing, in the strangest way, than the forced violation of his body under its magical arousal. It was the sensation of being made pregnant for the first time – the first of what Rufus feared with sinking certainty would be many. Almost as soon as the first orc finished, another took his place, making Rufus grunt deeply as another thick prick plundered his clenching tailhole, making his cock throb involuntarily, ejecting its own spurts of precum.

Turned on at the sight of his former leader being raped, Skaeth grabbed Adel’s slim waist in one mighty hand, the other going to her bound wrists, pulling her into a right-angled position. Held suspended like this, Adel couldn’t hold back another cry as Skaeth started to work his hips harder now, faster, his lips curling back in a triumphant grin. Oh yeah! She was tight! Tighter than he’d ever hoped, ever dreamed during all those long weeks and months of waiting for his opportunity. Tight and smooth and sensitive, as Skaeth discovered when his bulbous cockhead squeezed against Adel’s A-spot, just before the gates of her womb, on one especially deep thrust, and then rasped back over her G-spot as he pulled out. Now that he knew her weaknesses, Skaeth made a point of hitting the poor munkling’s inner pleasure points on every thrust, churning his cock within her vigorously. In moments, his ears were filled with the slapping of his hips against Adel’s bouncing bottom, her stubby striped tail hiked high despite herself as she was forced to accept the brutal thrusts of her conqueror, letting him freely run his eyes along the sweet, perfect curves of her bum.

“How’s it feel to get bred by a real male?” Skaeth taunted Adel, and Rufus by proxy. “How’s it feel to get the deep dicking you’ve always wanted? Yeah…ngh!...Oh yeah! That’s it, you little slut! You like it when I do that, don’tcha? Yeah, I’ll take that hole next, once I’ve finished with this one. And you’ll love it. After all, you’re nothing but a slut, just like your former mate.”

Skaeth’s thumb had teased against Adel’s tailhole as he’d been shafting her, harder now, faster, and in that very moment, Adel had screamed, her inner walls convulsing as she came, squirting her juices all over Skaeth’s groin, until they dripped down his balls along with his copious precum. She couldn’t take much more! Couldn’t endure…ah! Ah!

“AAAAIIIIIIEEEE!”

“RRRRAAAAH!”

The sensation of Skaeth’s fat glans squeezing past the gates of her cervix was matched in that moment only by the sudden gush of thick, virile bullcum right into her innermost depths. Adel’s vision swam, her entire world reeling as she cried out again and again, unable to hold back the screams, the squeals, the ululations of total submission to forced pleasure. There was nothing left for her now, no will left to fight. Slumping in defeat to the cave floor, her cheek pressing against the smooth stone, Adel felt Skaeth pulling out of her, whimpered at the sensation of sudden, total emptiness this brought. She was defenseless now, and knew it, feeling so vulnerable as she lay there, her heart-shaped bottom still thrust into the air, her quim stretched beyond all belief, ruined for use by any other male.

But Skaeth wasn’t finished yet. Not by a long shot.

“AAAAAHHHHH!”

Once more Adel cried out, and this time Rufus cried out in response, his eyes wide with concern for her – and, perhaps, also with arousal – as Skaeth fit the bulbous tip of his cock against her pristine tailhole, and began to squeeze his way inexorably into her defenseless rump.

“Nice, tight wife you had there,” laughed Skaeth, reaching over with one meaty hand to rub Rufus behind the ears as the orc behind him – was it the third now? Or the fourth? – started grunting louder, more harshly as his orgasm approached. “Had.”

His hips slapping against the smooth, neatly-groomed brown fur of Adel’s perfectly rounded bum, Skaeth growled like an animal as he lifted himself up on one knee, all the better to gain the leverage he’d need to properly, thoroughly, completely destroy that precious little tailhole. No, there was no way he’d be able to last long, not like this, not with the high-pitched noises Adel was making, or the look of impotent fury mixed with strange, guilty arousal on Rufus’ face as yet another orc shot his load into the wolfen’s hind end. Not with the way Adel kept clenching down on him, as orgasms of pure despair destroyed her spirit as surely as Skaeth’s cock had destroyed her thoroughly gaped little holes.

Grunting, Skaeth buried himself right to the hilt in Adel’s bottom, holding it there, letting her squirm, her tailring fluttering like the heartbeat of a bird as she wailed loudly at such deep, rude violation. Then, pulling back, almost pulling out, Skaeth paused for a long, long moment. Once he was able to feel Adel just barely starting to relax, to perhaps think that her ordeal might be over…he thrust himself back into her, the hard SMACK of his hips against her bottom filling the room, almost as loud as his own bellow of orgasmic triumph, or Adel’s pitiful scream of soul rape. Tears leaked copiously from her wide blue eyes as she stared straight into Rufus’ own eyes. Then, as her belly started to bulge, Adel whimpered, and her head sank once more to the stone floor of the cavern, making many noises of rapidly increasing discomfort at being filled up far more than her body was ever intended to endure.

Pulling himself out, Skaeth chuckled as he reached down, one big hand parting Adel’s buns, his thumb spreading her labia, letting him admire his handiwork. Then, in a bout of perversity, the powerful minotaur roughly swung Adel around by her hips, then repeated the motion with his hand, spreading her ravaged pink parts, letting Rufus see exactly how thoroughly his mate had been violated.

“Still hard,” Skaeth murmured meditatively as he glanced down at his indeed still rigid erection. “Huh. Guess your mate’s just too sexy for you, ol’ Rufus. Your mate…and your daughter.”

Rufus snarled into the muzzle, trying to threaten Skaeth with all the tortures of Hell if he dared to lay another hand on Rael, still lying nearby, spent, on her side, her eyes closed, her back to the cruelties being inflicted on her father and her surrogate mother. But the orc behind him only shoved Rufus’ chin down to the floor of the cave, while Skaeth laughed, and knelt behind the little wolfling, reaching out to knead her pert little tushie with one big, brutal hand.

“Wakey wakey,” he taunted the petite teen, her eyes opening slowly as she was forced back to wakefulness. “Uncle Skaeth’s here to give you another dose of your medicine.” His sharp-toothed grin was especially cruel as he met little Rael’s wide-eyed, innocent gaze. “I think the shamans call it an enema.”

“Wha-aaaiiiieee!”

Little Rael’s puppyish squeal would have been adorable under any other circumstance. In all honesty, it was adorable even then. All the same, it sent a bolt straight to Rufus’ heart, his eyes widening as he watched Skaeth slowly plowing his daughter, while Rael lay on her side, her tail hiked up against her lower back, revealing the pert curves of her delicate derriere, and making it far too obvious just how thoroughly Skaeth’s invading, brown-skinned shaft was stretching her open.

“Mmm, yeah,” growled Skaeth eagerly, pausing for just a moment as he rested his heavy sac on Rael’s lower cheek, his strong hands stroking over her body, teasing her delicate breasts, her supple back, the sensitive base of her tail. “Your daughter’s even tighter back here, Rufus. I’ll bet she’s almost as tight as you were…heh, before those orcs did a number on you.”

In moments, as Skaeth started pumping his hips once more, his balls slapping against Rael’s lower cheek, the poor pupteen’s hands clenched behind her back with every powerful plunge, her face a vision of pain mixed with unwanted – and unexpected – erotic tension. Under any other circumstances, poor Rael would have been in paroxysm of agony. But the orcs knew their fertility magic well, and knew equally well how thoroughly the pleasure of a forced orgasm could break the will of even the most determined and stalwart of female opponents. Despite herself, Rael’s juices began to flow, her cunny moistening and growing slick and puffy again. Seeing her state, while one of his hands held Rael’s tail up, making sure Rufus could see every juicy detail of him sodomizing the alpha wolfen’s daughter, while the other closed on the pupteen’s pussy, engulfing it, rubbing it vigorously until the poor girl was squirming on the floor.

“Guess that’s the end for you,” chuckled Skaeth as he glanced over at Rufus, then guided the other male’s eyes with his own over first towards Adel as she lay, leaking cum from her ruined holes, and then toward Rufus’ other friends and companions as they suffered rape after rape on the stuff pricks of the cruel boar orcs. “Yeah, that’s the end all right. There’s no point in fighting it anymore, Rufus: this is where you were always meant to be.”

As he spoke, Skaeth started to work his hips harder, faster, until poor Rael was kicking her slim legs and whining loudly with the discomfort of being sodomized so speedily. Skaeth, of course, ignored her many little noises, or perhaps was simply turned on by them even more, as he continued to plunder her tightness for all it was worth. Rufus could feel the latest of the orcs behind him speeding up in similar fashion, and this time knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer. He was past the point of no return, and now it was only a matter of time before…before…

“AAAAAHHH!”

Rufus’ loud cry rose, his jaws stretching the muzzle to its limits, before his wail of forced orgasm rose to a howl of pure orgasmic despair. Rael joined her father in his howl, lifting her sweet voice alongside his own as she shuddered through an anal orgasm, and his thick seed spattered uselessly against the stone floor of the cave. Eventually, however, both wolfen had their howls cut off by the brutal thrusts of their rapists, as Skaeth and the orc grunted almost in unison, and instantly both their bottoms were flooded with massive loads of potent spunk.

All of these events, of course, were months past. In that time, the Warlord, who Skaeth served, had conquered most of the southlands, and was now turning her attentions to the Far North. Skaeth, naturally enough, was her principal agent in this undertaking of conquest, for he was her most trusted and most powerful agent.

Reclining on the crude throne the orcs had erected for him, Skaeth looked over the plans for his latest battle of conquest. As he ran one hand over the maps and charts and other documents before him, his other hand worked three thick fingers in and out of Adel’s quivering little quim as she trembled on her feet by the throne, her belly swollen and round with many months of pregnancy by a male vastly larger than herself. On Skaeth’s other side, crouching by his feet like mere dogs, were Rufus and Rael, collars around their necks and chains holding them fast to the throne, just as Adel herself was collared and chained. Just like Adel, both their bellies, adult male and pubescent female, were swollen with their pregnancies.

Smirking to himself, Skaeth nodded in satisfaction. Yes, this plan would work nicely. Reaching down, he tapped Rael’s head, then Adel’s, and promptly both of his slavegirls got to work licking and nursing on his heavy scrotum and semi-flaccid penis, coaxing his immense organ to gradual erection. Once he was hard enough, Skaeth reached over, and then hoisted the muscular wolfmale, Rufus, into the air, before lowering him down, bottom first, onto his hard shaft. Sighing in the most exquisite satisfaction, Skaeth let the handsome, muscular male sink down, before he started to bounce himself on the minotaur’s lap without further prompting, while his daughter and former mate continued to service their master as well as Rufus’ wide-stretched pink tailhole; a tailhole that was so very stretched, it was smooth around the edges, without a hint of a tailhole’s typical crinkling.

“You all like that, don’tcha?” Skaeth asked, not nearly as taunting in his tone as he’d been when he’d first impregnated the two females, or forced Rufus to be impregnated by the orcs.

“Yes, master,” replied his little slaves. Somehow, he knew they meant it.

“Life is good,” growled the cunning minotaur to himself as he leaned back in his throne a little more, and allowed himself to enjoy the perks of being in charge.