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Scylla lived in a small, simple village by the name of Levanham that was largely unremarkable by most accounts. They had a tavern, blacksmith, a temple not too far away where they could pray to the gods. There was the occasional trouble maker, or wandering salesman that would come into town, but little of note went on around the village. Most of the village folk lived their lives peacefully and ignorant, with one caveat.

A few miles away lived a village of beastkin, not dissimilar in size and demographic to the village Scylla lived in, but it existed as a constant reminder that something fearful lurked not too far from their doors. The few villagers that ventured out to try and trade with them, negotiate, or even just wandered too close to their village didn't return. It was a problem, but they were a small village without a militia, and so long as people kept away from the beastkin's territories they could both live in peace and harmony.

Yet it was a curiosity that Scylla was constantly thinking about. There were all sort of rumors, how they were building up an army to ransack the village and later take all of the country side for their own, or how the beastkin were once members of Levanham that were corrupted by an evil god. However, the most pervasive rumor was that they would slay the men they happened upon, and capture the women to bring back to use for breeding fodder. It was hard to tell if it was truth or just lies to keep people away from the beastkin village. Either way, it made Scylla's inquisitive mind all the more curious.

She'd spent much of her free time investigating into the rumors, even training for the day that she would try to take a trip to the village. Weapons training, stamina training, sprinting, whatever it took to ensure that she would be prepared for any trouble she might run into. She had leather armor, a short sword, a few knives she could covertly carry on herself, even purchased a device from a traveler that allowed her to see into a distance.

It took years before she decided she was ready, body lean and swift, her dark brown hair cropped to a short ponytail so there was less to grab. The result was a figure that struck more of an androgynous appearance on her petite, five foot, two inch frame, but her interests in courting anyone were secondary to sating her curiosity. She was young after all, just twenty-one, which left plenty of time for her to pursue familial matters once she knew the truth about the beastkin's village, and if anything it meant she might be able to help her village with facts about the beastkin instead of just relying on speculation.

Scylla couldn't say what changed when the day came for her to start the trek to the beastkin village, she just knew the time had come to begin her research. She prepared a light bag of supplies, some dried fruits and meats, a few skins of water, the so called 'binoculars', a journal to take notes in, flint for starting a fire, and some other miscellaneous supplies. With her leather armor on and weapons strapped to her hips with a belt, she was ready to go.

She bid farewell to her family, letting them know she'd be away for a few days and not to worry, though truthfully if something went wrong they might not see her again. She left the village early the next morning, before the break of dawn after a hearty breakfast. Few people were awake, and those that were were too busy to pay much attention to her leaving the village.

For the first few miles she kept to the roads, they were safe to follow and easy to walk down, but they only extended so far. She felt a sense of unease when she came to the point of having to venture out into the wooded areas that constituted the beginning of the beastkin's territory. They looked little different from the forest near her village, but they held an intimidating air about them that made her skin crawl.

She began into the woods slowly, trying to avoid making too much sound that might rouse attention to her. Each step was carefully measured to avoid breaking any twigs or stumbling over a raised root. She kept one hand on a knife, the other holding onto her binoculars. Yet for a time there was nothing to be seen, save for some old tracks that could have just as easily been left by animals, which she ran into on a fairly regular occasion.

As the sun set and night began to fall over the forest, she began to question not just if the rumors of the beastkin were true, but if there was a village of beastkin at all. She'd seen no sign of intelligent life beyond the people of her village and the other humans that ventured to the their town. Still, she tried to ensure she didn't get sloppy, avoiding a fire for the night and resting high in a tree for the night.

Scylla slept poorly that night, her eyes well accustomed to the darkness, but each creak, crack and rustle that hit her ears made her jump. She thought she'd been ready, but the constant fear made her realize she might not ever be ready. Perhaps if she had someone with her, a well trained mercenary perhaps, she would feel more safe in her endeavors. However, she decided to wait a few more days before returning to her village, having prepared too long and hard to give up so soon.

The next morning she ate most of her food supplies, preferring a full stomach for what would likely be her last day searching for the rumored village. Yet, while she was prepared to turn back, that morning was different, finding signs of trees being fell, soon recognizing that there were little signs of predators in the woods. Indeed, she found little signs of dead animals, and those that she did were usually simple puddles of blood soaking into the dirt.

She was heading in the right direction, and felt more hopeful. She began collecting berries to supplement her food supply, finding a lacking offering, only further convincing her that something was out in this direction. She sheathed her knife and stowed her binoculars, taking notes when she found something of note. She was fairly certain that the people who lived out here, be they beastkin or human, used tools, perhaps even forged tools.

It was an encouraging development that made Scylla hopeful for her plans, but it made her sloppy. By the time she heard the minotaur he was within striking distance. She was lucky that he was using such a slow weapon, allowing her to roll out of the way before he hit her. Yet as she recovered, she noticed him holding his axe with the blunt side facing her. It was clearly made of metal, iron at her best guess.

Looking over him, he was a strange sight to behold. Well over twice her height, perhaps eleven feet tall. He was broad shouldered, a metal nose ring hanging from his snout. He seemed to be more hybrid than straight minotaur, sharp minotaur horns and wide bovine hooves, but a bushy lupine tail, sharp canines protruding from his muzzle, and pointed canid ears angled towards her direction. He sported two separate sets of arms, both well muscled and matching his well sculpted body. He wore little more than a loincloth and some leather gloves, though the loin cloth did little to hid his sheath and the large melon sized orbs dangling between his legs.

He was a monster to be sure, one that she was certain could kill her with little effort if he wanted. Yet the grin on his muzzle, while predatory, seemed threatening in a way that made her suspect the rumors of their interest in women true. His large nostrils flared as he drew his axe off the ground, breathing in her scent. She swallowed down her courage, dropping her bag of food and grabbing at her sword. He chuffed derisively, his hands gripping his axe tighter as he came to swing it again at her.

She jumped away, the axe landing in the dirt with a mighty thud that made her legs tremble as the ground shook. She prepared for him to bring it up again, but he stepped towards her, one of his large mitts curling into a tight fist that landed squarely in her stomach. She fell back, the air knocked from her lungs and her stomach threatening to relieve herself of her breakfast. She scrambled, feet pushing at the ground to drive herself away from him before rolling onto her stomach and jumping up to her feet.

She couldn't say if the beast spoke common or not, but she swallowed down the air in her throat and opened her hands up, stepping away from him. Her sword clattered to the dirt as her hands trembled. "I mean you n-no harm. I just want to learn more about you and your people," she shakily sputtered out.

The beast huffed again and shook his head. "I don't give a fuck what you want, we haven't had a fresh breeder in months," he rumbled out, grabbing at his axe again with two handles. He took a step forward, his long gait swiftly closing the distance between the two of them as he swung the axe once more.

She couldn't avoid the blow, the blunt side of the axe clipping her legs. She cried out, falling onto her side as pain blistered up her legs. She couldn't be sure they weren't broken, but she couldn't walk in any case without feeling more pain lance through her legs. She tried pulling herself away with her arms, but he quickly grabbed at one of her legs, making her scream out once more, fingers digging into the dirt. Dirt dug into her nails as he pulled her back, easily lifting her up and throwing her body over his shoulder like she was a sack of potatoes.

She reached for one of her knives, grabbing it and stabbing him in the back of his shoulder, making him howl out in pain, throwing her back down to the ground. Her body bounced off the ground as the air was once again knocked from her lungs, stars dancing in her vision. She held the knife fast though, arm weakly extended out before he knocked it from her hand. He searched her body, disarming her of any other weapons she had on her as well as stripping her of her armor, leaving her body naked as she laid in the dirt.

"You won't need these any more, though we might have to get some cuffs on you back in the village," the beast rumbles before picking her back up and slinging her over his shoulder.

"I'll... I'll get free... then we'll... ah, bring hell down on your-" she began to pant, interrupted by another blow to her stomach. She gasped and her vision grew dark, swiftly losing consciousness as she passed out on the monster's shoulder.

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Scylla's entire body ached as she woke up, some parts worse than others, like her legs and stomach, but she felt like death, the only sign she took as being that she was still in the living world. She was slow to open her eyes, the light stinging them making her head throb more in pain. She could feel the heavy clasp of metal around her wrists, the gentle rattle of chains echoing out with each subtle shift of her arms.

A hand grabbed at her chin, forcing her mouth open. She opened her eyes to see the beast before her, drawing a tincture bottle to her lips, spitting out the contents at him before he got a chance to fill her mouth with the liquid. His upper lip raised and he snarled, squeezing her mouth tighter and tilting her head back. He pushed the bottle back to her lips, more than enough still in the bottle as he filled her mouth with the liquid. She tried to resist, but the fluid slid down her throat, flowing into her stomach, mouth closed by his forceful hand to swallow the rest of the contents.

She coughed with her mouth clear, a tingle spreading through her body from her stomach. The pain began to fade, even her stomach and legs beginning to feel better. She pulled them up, trying to push herself away, only to have his mitts pin them down to the dirt floor. "Stop resisting, I don't want to waste another potion on you because you're being a stubborn bitch," he rumbled.

Scylla clenched her jaw, forcing her eyes open to look him at him. They had moved from the forest into a wooden shack, one comparable to a house from her village, though much larger in size to accommodate the beastman's large frame. "Fuck you, like I'm going make anything easier for you?" she growled in response, feeling the potion continue to tingle through her body, a heat welling up in her stomach and chest that made her mocha skin begin to perspire.

He reached out, grabbing her jaw, holding her head still as he leaned in, his massive maw coming closer to her face. "You should want to. The easier you make this, the better. We've ended breeders before, and you're nice and young. We'll put you through hell before we end your miserable life."

Goosebumps rose on her skin, sweat dripping more heavily, not just at fear of his threat, but also with the increasing temperature of her body. Her breathing began to grow heavy as willpower drained from her mind, head beginning to swim. "W-what did you do to... to me?" she asked, her body relaxing, even in his commanding grip.

The wolfish minotaur grinned and his extra set of hands began to explore her bare body, making her squirm feebly in his grasp. "Just a little something to ensure we don't break you too fast. Well, to keep your body from breaking at least, your mind... you humans tend to not handle being bred too well," he explained, drawing one of his large digits between her legs, pressing at her virginal folds.

She closed her eyes, jaw tight as the finger probed against her opening, his body so large it was like someone was trying to force a fist into her. Yet, despite her resistance to the attention, she could feel wetness forming against his finger, body pressing back against his ministrations out of wanton instinct. Teeth ground together as he slowly pushed the digit in, walls stretching open to accept the clawed finger into her walls. "S-stop, puh-please," she begged, hips easing forward out of her control.

"Only when I'm done breaking you in," he responded, drawing his finger back and pushing it forward one more. "You're awfully small and tight though. I might have to use a second potion to keep you limber. Pity, there's some sharp intelligence behind those eyes."

He pulled his finger away before turning and walking from her, his massive frame no longer blocking further view of his abode as he strode towards a table full of bottles and vials. She was resting on a large wooden table, some bare padding of a folded blanket resting underneath her with her arms bound together in her lap. Her legs were free, but her muscles felt too weak to carry herself, growing weaker by the moment.

She surmised she was in his bedroom, a bed almost as big as her own bedroom resting off to one side of the room against a wall. A sturdy, reinforced wooden door was the only point of egress she could see, and she doubted, even in her best condition, that she'd be able to open it by herself. She caught sight of another table, filled with her equipment and his massive axe, along with a plate of freshly prepared meat and fruits. Her stomach growled at it's sight, making her realize she'd been out longer than she thought. Perhaps even a day with how hungry she felt.

The beastman turned back around and walked towards her, at that moment realizing he'd taken off his loincloth, holding a large vial with a milky, white substance in it. "Here we go, this should be just what you need, might even calm you down a bit," he said, uncorking the bottle and drawing it to her lips.

She tried turning her head, but he pulled it back, holding her mouth open as the contents came close. It was different from the other vial he'd fed her, the smell sharp to her nostrils before it ever touched her tongue. There was a thickness to it that made it resistant to movement as he tilted the bottle. Her eyes widened the moment the taste hit her tongue, a rich, bitterness coating her taste buds as the fluid began to seep into her maw, one of his free hands massaging her throat to make her swallow.

Scylla closed her eyes tight, wanting to throw up as the dense fluid flowed into her mouth, but as each forceful gulp went down, the tincture took rapid effect. The taste was vile, yet she couldn't stop herself from hungrily drinking as the warmth coated the walls of her stomach, it's weight helping to sate the ache of hunger in her stomach as she began gulping down each rich swallow.

"Good girl, as fast as you're drinking that I'm sure you'll make a great cum slut. I'll have to keep a supply of fresh seed on hand to keep you fed, won't I?" he said as she drank like a pup nursing from a teat. He pulled it back and her head hung forward, mouth closing to swallow down the remaining content and not waste a drop. She barely recognized his words, her mind so clouded with an intoxicating sense flooding into her mind.

The finger returned to her folds as a pair of hands lifted her up, she arched her back and weakly groaned, hips rocking as pleasure flowed through her body and mind. She felt so sensitive, even the touch of his rough, calloused hands on her skin making her brain light up with delight. She felt the influence of whatever she'd swallowed taking over as he tested the barrier of her hymen. She bit her tongue roughly, eyes shooting open in pain as she roused her mind out of it's stupor. She shook her head and glared at the beastman. "D-don't do this, pl..." she began to plead, words trailing off when she saw his cock.

It was well over two feet long, a fat, blunt head resting at the tip. Three medial rings ran down the length, leading to a pair of knots, already bloated, the base bulb bigger than the one above it. She was certain the narrowest part of his massive spire was still bigger than her thigh, and it's length was easily long enough to reach from her groin to her chin. It was impossible for her to conceive of a way for her to fit even the smallest bit of the terrifying length inside of her.

"You can't be serious. That... thing'll kill me," she said in horror, struggling in his grasp to pull free. "Duh-don't, please!"

"Oh, it'll fit. It won't be easy, but it'll fit," he said, finger squirming around inside of her as he drew her over to the bed. Dropped onto it, she tried sitting back up, but he pinned her down as he climbed up onto it. She whimpered and squirmed, her arms pulled above her as he lined himself up, stopping for a moment to look up. "If you don't stop squirming I'll break you in with the wrong hole."

Scylla cringed and clenched her jaw, body growing still as her heart pounded out of her chest. Eyes closed, she began praying to the gods and goddesses, hoping for some miracle that she wasn't about to be split open by a cock that was as tall as a small child. And yet, as fearful as she was by it, she felt wetter by the moment with the beastman's digital stimulation constantly teasing her. She damned her traitorous body in silence as his finger pulled free and she ached for it's return.

The bed creaked and groaned while it shifted under his weight, her body dripping with sweat and drugged desire. She felt the heat of his manhood approaching her mound before she felt it, a blinding sensitivity that made her scream as the tip of his cock pushed up against her too-small opening.

Her legs kicked out, lungs giving up all they had as she felt the girth pry apart her tightness, the flat head only making the entrance more difficult as it forced her petals to bow inward. With one hand he held her to her hip, as the other gripped to his shaft, the resistance of her tight opening only making him press more roughly at her sex. She grit her teeth, feeling pain shoot up her body as her virginal mons were forcibly pushed open.

Tears streamed down from her eyes, legs spreading wider and wider until finally the sudden pop of entrance broke off her screams. Her delicate petals spread open wide as he sunk in, finding the barrier of her hymen and testing it before he pushed forward. A gasp was cut off in her throat as he relished in making her squirm and whimper in pain, forcing the thin wall of the hymen to stretch slowly as it slowly began to tear. Finally, it gave, her body jerking as a thing stream of blood began to leak from her opening, his girth beginning to push deeper into her body as he stomach began to gradually distend with the massive shaft.

Yet, where Scylla expected the massive length to immediately cause intense internal damage, her body was able to accept the shaft just as capably as it had the beastman's digit. Granted, she could see the outline of the cock through her stomach, as though it were a particularly pliant leather hide, but she was conscious, and felt no pain or traumatic give. If anything, as he sank into her, some how fitting inch after inch of his cock into her body, she felt only pleasure bloom in her stomach and nethers.

Her hands balled up into fists, grunting through grit teeth as her tight, silken walls molded themselves around his shaft. She could feel her hips spreading wider as he forced himself into her, only for him to stop, much to her relief. She took a deep breath, not realizing she'd been holding her breath as his hips shifted slightly, feeling his broad, flat head buried so far into her she could feel it grinding against her cervix, pain bleeding through the begrudging pleasure.

The moment of respite was brief, however, starting to tug back, scraping the head of his shaft against her walls, her clenching muscles feeling as though they were trying to be forced out of her just before he pounded himself back in. Her eyes widened and she cried again, feeling his cock drive hard against her cervix, the first ridge of a medial ring trying to force her open wider. Her head pushed back into the plush confines of the bed, turned as he pulled back and drove into her again.

"Aaaah, n-nuh-no, stahp, p-please," she begged, walls growing increasingly loose as his girth forced her open.

He leaned in, tongue extending from his mouth to lick at her cheek. "Why should I? You'll be begging for it soon enough, especially after taking two separate doses. You humans always get so needy, but you break easily. Just relax, it'll be better for you if you do," he said, drawing back and thrusting past the barrier to her womb with one swift thrust.

Blood leaked from her palms as her nails dug into her skin, swiftly healed by whatever concoction was pumping through her body. Her stomach felt bloated and full, yet she squeezed around him, honey dripping onto the bed as her hips bucked up towards his cock, forcing the ridge of his medial ring up against her clit and the lips of her mound, prolonging the pleasure teasing her. Her face grew flush, eyes closed as shame filled her with the knowledge that her first orgasm with a man was with a beast raping her.

His tongue bathed over her lips, meeting hers for a moment as he drew back, forcing the head of his cock back past her cervix before he drove in again. "There we go... ah, starting to get into it, aren't you? Still fucking tight, but... hmm, just aching for every inch. Don't worry, you'll get it, and love every mo... hmm, every moment of it bitch."

"I'll kill you," she growled through her clenched teeth, head suddenly thrust back into the bed as he stretched her open once more for the broad lip of his first medial ring. Her head thrashed from side to side, more droplets of tears sliding from her eyes as the pain of taking another thick girth tested her tolerance. He could have forced it in swiftly at this point, but he took pleasure in stretching her out slowly before the widest part of the girth slid in and her lips wrapped around the veiny meat of the throbbing girth.

His teeth nipped at her bare skin, tongue licking up her sweat as his heavy balls swayed back and forth with the forceful thrusts of his cock in and out of her loosening passage. "Fight all you want, there's no winning here." His drew himself up, securing her cuffs to the bed's headboard before he gripped at her hips. "But I think I need to show you your place."

Another tug back pulled his medial ring free, pounding them swiftly back into her, his wide head scraping in and out of her womb as her stomach bulged profoundly with the terrifying girth. Pain mingled with pleasure as she cried out with each tug and push, gradually sinking deeper with each thrust into her walls, slowly forcing her to accept another medial ring as the bed rock and body bucked with him growing into a steady motion of sinking his breeding pole into her bulging, tiny sex.

Scylla couldn't stop each groan and cry as her stretching hole was ravaged, each push making her feel looser, medial rings grinding against the swollen pearl of her clit while pre-cum spilled heavily into her womb. Tears slid down her cheeks as the beastman took her, body aching for more as she struggled to keep her composure. Her stomach felt bruised and battered, just as it had after the fight as his cock made her milk-chocolate skin deform to fit his inhumanely large shaft, yet each inch pushing into her entered with little difficulty.

She curled her toes and bucked, feeling yet another rough thrust sink all three ridges of his medial rings into her with a swift motion, the graze of his first knot butting up against her opening. "No more," she said weakly, the fight draining out of her as he tugged back, pounding the excess of girth back up to her opening, the yawning chasm straining to take the extra few inches being forced into her.

Yet the knot was unlike the girth, it almost seemed to stretch on for ages as he wedged in more and more of the bulbous girth into her, tugging back and grinding back in. Her poor clit ground against the top of the knot, milking out yet another orgasm as her lips struggled to take the girth, her breaking point so close yet held back by whatever force had gotten her to take as much as she had.

"More? Hmm, I'll give you it all," he replied, his grip on her thighs squeezing before he tugged back and finished pushing in the first of the two knots in. She tossed her head back, another forceful orgasm being tugged from her from her, causing her womanhood to gush over his shaft. "Fuck, you're milking me... like an expert. Loving it... ah, aren't you?"

She shook her head from side to side, another cry forced from her lips as he popped the knot free with a wet squelch before sinking it in again, with a torturous slowness that made her scream. He throbbed with each thrust, his balls growing heavier as they began to clap against his ass, visibly swelling as she looked down in abject horror at the pair swaying back and forth with his motions. They began to grow more frenzied, rings and knot pounding harder and harder into her, painting and bloating her womb with his copious amounts of pre-cum as his motions grew rougher with the swelling of his knots.

She felt like a second skin wrapped around his cock, hips straining to splay open to accommodate his growing girth. "I-I can't take it, stop, I'm going to-ah!" she begged, his second knot forcing itself in with brute force.

He paused for a brief moment as the second knot ground up against her opening, balls growing larger by the moment, easily doubling in size as quiet sobs escaped her lips with the width of his throbbing shaft pressing up against her tautly stretched walls. He teased her petals with the widest of his girth, each throb making her feel as though she were to split into two at any moment, training the tightness of her lips out of her with the cruel teasing. He tugged back, freeing both knots from her before, with one slow, pushing motion, sank them both into her, making her hips buck and walls spasm with a brutal pleasure.

She took a deep breath, letting it out shakily as she muttered, "Oh, t-thank the gods it's done."

He snorted and tugged back, his knot swelling faster and stretching her wider with their growing girth. "It's done when I say I'm done," he retorted, pounding the knot back in. Her breathing became hurried as he hunched over her, gripping her thighs tight as the entirety of his cock tugged and pushed in and out of her body, pulsing faster as his balls sloshed loudly back and forth. She strained to stay conscious, her muscles growing weak and worn out as he took her yawning sex.

Then she felt it, even as he continued to fuck her body like a wild beast, the first, heavy stream of cum pouring into her. Her womb tingled and her body shuddered, the first jet filling what little room there was, swiftly followed by another and another. Her stomach felt swollen, rapidly growing round around the bulging of his cock, making her look pregnant within seconds of the streams pouring in. Thick as molasses, it flowed in with a surprising alacrity, making room by stretching her belly with each pulse.

So much of it pumped into her body, she swore she could feel it course up her fallopian tubes, seeking out eggs to impregnate. The potent weight all but guaranteeing his dense seed was filled with an unfathomable amount of sperm ready and eager to ensure she was thoroughly pregnant. Each jet of cum pumped into her felt like a death sentence, burdened to carry the child of a monster for as long as she could live. Each throb of veins and shaft welcoming another virile stream into her body, with nowhere to go but to swirl around in her plugged womb.

Yet, he didn't stop, his head plunging back and forth, stirring up his hearty seed in her womb, knots punching their way into her body before being wretched free, the size of his massive, swaying orbs unchanged despite the, what surely must have been, gallons of cum emptied into her. Waning groans escaped her lips as deep, bellowing huffs of grunts escaped his throat. Her belly grew larger and wider with each pulse, somehow taking every drop as he pounded into her with his still throbbing, fat knot. A pleasurable tingle spread through her body with each blast into her, dulling the pain and making her head pleasantly swim.

Scylla couldn't say how long it took for the beastman to finish filling her, but her throat was hoarse and her body had begun aching again, stomach so large and full of seed she was certain she would burst if poked with a sharp instrument. His body hunched over her, he heavily panted, her own breath heavy as she looked up at him in scorn. He grinned after a moment, head tilting and lowering down closer. "You've got some fight in you yet, don't you?"

She grit her teeth, mouth opening to prepare to spit when the door to the room opened, a tall, more bovine minotaur walking in. "Ghrom, you done with the new breeder?" asked the new beastman.

Ghrom's ears pivoted before his head turned then looked back at Scylla. "For the moment, she's not quite tamed, but you're welcome to take a crack at her now."

He reached down, grabbing at the base of his cock before sliding out, a shiver rolling down her body as her strained, stretched walls were left empty, the flared head tugging itself free from her womb. Yet, where she expected his cum to come spilling out of her massively gaping sex, every drop remained in place, she suspected because of it's immensely thick and dense nature.. Her jaw trembled, an exhausted sigh escaping her lips. "Please, d-don't make me go again," she begged her captor.

He gave her a toothy smile and drew himself off the bed, cock still rock hard as he grabbed his loincloth and wrapped it around his waist, beginning to tie it securely. "Why don't you be nice to her Lyas? Give her something to eat?"

The bovine beastman raised a brow, then nodded with a smirk of his own. "Sure thing."

Ghrom gave Lyas a slap on the back as he left the room, closing the door behind him. The minotaur stepped closer, not even so much as a loincloth on him as he approached the bed. He was a good foot shorter than Ghrom was, but still towered over her small belly, his cock slowly swelling from the sheath with a blunt, equine head resting at the top. She pulled her arms down, trying to cover up herself, especially the gaping walls of her sex, but the roundness of her belly kept her from moving her hands too far south.

Not that the minotaur seemed to mind, grabbing the chain of her cuffs and lifting them into the air, drawing her arms, and soon the rest of her body with her. Joints ached as the heaviness of her belly tugged down towards the bed, a languid groan escaping her lips as she feared her arms may soon pop free from their sockets. His free hand, only having two unlike Ghrom's four, re-positioned her legs so she was sitting on them close to the edge of the bed, pressure trying to push out Ghrom's seed, but the stubborn load being too thick and unwilling to come free.

"Open your mouth slut," Lyas instructed her, stroking his growing shaft to a more complete erection, the spire rising from his fat sheath. Scylla closed her eyes and swallowed, the musky smell of the minotaur's manhood filling her nostrils as it grew closer. Her mouth opened slowly, soon commanded, "Wider, as wide as you can."

Her brow furrowed and she squeezed her eyes tight, jaw stretching as wide as she could get it, tongue falling from her mouth, soon feeling the wetness of pre-cum against her nose, oozing down to her taste buds. The smell struck her as familiar, the bitterness of the second vial Ghrom gave her coming to mind, making her stomach turn in realization of what he'd forced her to drink. Yet her stomach growled at the feeling and aroma of it against her nose, empty and quite literally aching for more.

"Ghrom said he'd given you two doses, so this should fit in just fine, just tuck your upper lip a bit, and don't you dare bite down," he growled, starting to press his cock against her lips.

She slowly opened her eyes, the throbbing length pointing at her like a loaded cannon. It wasn't as big or thick as Ghrom's was, but it was no less intimidating, easily longer than her arm and twice as thick. Her jaw began to tremble, fearful for what the cock would do to her mouth, yet she knew she had little choice, particularly in her cum bloated state. She was too weak and immobile to struggle, nevermind that he could force her to do whatever he wished.

One hand on his cock, he grabbed at her head with a free hand and began pushing forward. Her jaw ached immediately, feeling the girth spread open her mouth wider while he worked to wedge the tip in.

"Wider," he commanded, drawing the tip back and slapping her cheek with his massive cock, smearing some pre-cum cross her skin.

Her mouth tried its best, though still feeble effort to listen to the command only to have his fingers grip her head tighter and jab the tip forward. The blunt tip gave a little as she felt a tension building in her jaw, forcing her mouth open bit by bit until there was a very sudden pop, followed by pain and give. She choked as the cock was forced deeper into her maw, body trembling with the girth filling every recess of her mouth.

"You may want to take a breath."

Tears streaming down her face, she took in a deep breath through her nostrils, his cock pushing slowly into her stretched open maw. Pre-cum, heavy and with a potent taste, drooled onto her tongue, before meeting the back of her throat. She gagged on it's girth, feeling close to throwing up as he pushed past her gag reflex, spitting more of his pre-cum down her throat as both hands now gripped her head.

He tugged back, giving her a moment to take another breath before jabbing the tip forward once more, his length bending slightly as she was forced to take every monstrous inch being forced into her maw. She could feel him throb, each pulse sending another spit of pre-cum into her body, filling her mouth and leaking down into her stomach, helping to sate the ache of hunger in the pit of her belly.

The minotaur rolled his head back, heaving a heavy sigh as he sunk his shaft into her mouth, forcing more and more towards her throat, making it bulge as readily as her stomach had from Ghrom's belly. "Ah, fuck, you humans hah-have such nice throats. So... tight and wet. Almost better than your cunts," he groaned, looking back down. "Lean forward, it'll make it easier to fill... your throat."

She winced, belly already complaining as it hung off her front, yet she complied, moving her legs back and leaning forward, sweat glistening belly pressing into the sheets. He rewarded her with a pet over her head, soon followed by a thrust, spearing the length deeper into her throat. A strained gag choked up from her throat, more sweat pouring down her body as her lungs began to ache.

However, he took his time, pushing forward until a medial ring pressed up against her lips, then a slow tug back. She took a sharp exhale swiftly followed by a frenzied inhale through her nostrils, breathing in his masculine scent just before he started pushing back in again. Her jaw slack, she let out a weak whine before silenced by his cock sinking into her esophagus, grinding his length deeper into her and forcing her to accommodate the girth of his ring into her maw.

It was so much worse than her virginity being taken, the motions so slow and each breath making her feel like it was her last, along with the near constant ache of pain in her jaw as her mouth hung open for his cock. Back and forth his cock sawed into her mouth, stretching out her throat bit by bit, making her holding her breath even more brutal as he forced his way towards her stomach, more heavy pre-cum spilling into her already bloated belly.

Scylla stayed on the brink of unconsciousness as the third ring pressed up against her nose, pulling back and pushing forward again, not having given her a breath for a good minute, lungs aching and burning for air. He finally tugged backwards and gave her a breath, the freedom of an empty throat making her cough when allowed to breath. He allowed her to take several breaths, petting over her head.

"Fill up those lungs, because I'm ready to fill you up," he offered as a warning.

Her half-lidded eyes looked up, chest rising and falling as she nodded weakly, breathing in deep from her diaphragm both air and his heady scent before he filled her mouth once more. Her still raw throat choked on the girth, but he wasn't slow this time. He pounded roughly into her mouth, pushing the medial rings swiftly in towards her nose.

Lyas began to fuck her throat with all the ferocity and alacrity that Ghrom had been fucking her with before, pushing in, and tugging back, never quite pulling back far enough to let her breathe, but enough to tease her. He seemed to relish in her discomfort, every gag and choke making his cock throb, balls churning and swelling with seed. She felt the head of his cock starting to flare out, pushing past the opening to her stomach as it scraped back against her throat with a tug back, pre-cum coming hot and heavy as it spilled into her stomach.

She struggled more and more, hands lifting to slap at his thighs as her lungs begged for air, yet he didn't stop or pull back to let her breath. Her vision began to grow dark around the edges, the pain and discomfort becoming distant with each shove and tug in and out of her gullet. Energy drained from her limbs, nails starting to scrape against his thigh as she simply tried to hold onto his fur until finally she felt only darkness. Her hands fell to her belly, consciousness fleeing her as he continued to fuck her throat.

The minotaur took little notice, continuing to fuck her throat, giving her a breath finally after she'd fallen unconscious, but soon after unloaded. Her tongue lapped it up on instinct, his thumb rubbing her throat as he pushed back in, feeding the load into her belly right down her throat. Once he was done, he pulled his cock free, cum sputtering out of her maw before her body fell onto her cum heavy stomach, fast asleep.

---

Scylla woke with a start, screaming at the top of her lungs. A woman, belly just as bloated as her own, if not larger, shuffled over on her hands and knees over, hands uncuffed but wearing a collar. She stroked over Scylla's head and softly hushed her. "Sssh, calm yourself, it's okay. You're fine," she offered in calming tone.

Taking rapid breaths, she look over the woman, then rubbed at her throat. She felt sore all over, her belly still large, but full, a belch rising up, the smell and taste of the minotaur's cum on her breath, her womb still packed full with Ghrom's prodigious amount of cum. She cringed and gave her head a shake, groaning as she eased back against a wall. It took a moment, but she began to recognize the woman as her Aunt Nermine who'd gone missing several years ago. "W-where am I?" she asked in a hoarse whisper.

"You're in the beastkin village, this is the hut where they keep us breeders when they're not using us," Nermine said in a motherly tone, still stroking over Scylla's head. She looked Scylla up and down, a hand sliding down to her throat, then folds. "Hmm, throat fucked and bred. Small thing like you, that must have taken quite a lot to ready your body for such an ordeal."

Scylla lifted her cuffed hands and raised two fingers, before sagging her head back against the wall. "They gave me two of those... hnngn, potions. How long have I been-" she began saying, coughing up some cum onto her stomach and budding breasts. She took a few deep breaths before continuing. "Been out?"

The woman offered a shrug. "Hard to say, there's not much light in here, but I'd say a few hours at least. It's cooler, so it's probably night outside," she responded, drawing herself to lie back against the wall next to Scylla. "It's been a while, hasn't it Scylla? You look so grown up."

"Thanks," she replied with a groan, rubbing her tautly stretched dome. "How long... have you been here? Where's Uncle Sid?"

"I couldn't say, feels like years, I want to say seven? I've had that many litters so far." Her expression grew solemn and she drew a hand behind Scylla's head, giving her head a pet over, drawing the loose hairs out of Scylla's eyes. "They killed him and brought me here."

Scylla looked around the room, seeing a few other faces in the dark room, some familiar, others less so, though few looked as talkative as Scylla or Nermine were. Underneath them was a plush rug that stretched over the entire length of the room, several pillows and blankets strewn around for the other women. The room was dimly lit, candles flickering high on shelves, giving off a strange, but slightly familiar odor she couldn't place.

She then looked down at her body, her belly heavy and round, hips wider than they were before, breasts swollen larger. "Ugh, what have they done to me?" she said, throat gradually growing accustomed to speaking again.

"Besides the obvious? The potions they gave us, near as I can tell, make us more resilient and fertile. My husband and I had trouble conceiving, but the beastkin have no trouble breeding me. I'm somewhere in my second trimester right now best I can tell. They're growing so fast, I can already feel them moving," Nermine said, rubbing at her own dome. She turned back to Scylla. "We can't suffocate either, but we still need to breathe, s'why you passed out. I think they keep us doped up with the food, seems to make some of us really sensitive and needy."

Scylla tiredly nodded, eyes closing. "What do they feed us?"

Nermine hesitated for a moment then admitted, "Their seed, sometimes out of bowls like animals, other times they'll come in and throat fuck their favorites. I'm sorry to say, but I think you might be the new favorite. I've noticed they tend to favor the smaller women, or the ones with fight in them, and from what the one that brought you in was saying, you're both." She reached out and coaxed Scylla to turn her head. "Why don't you rest your head on my shoulder for a moment? You seem tired."

Scylla groaned softly, but allowed the directions. She let out a heavy sigh and shuffled a bit to reposition her arm. She felt too uncomfortable to sleep, but she was grateful to have some place to rest her head while she closed her eyes. She may have fallen asleep for a few moments, but was rudely awoken by Ghrom.

"Please, let her rest," Nermine begged, grabbing to one of Ghrom's arms. "You can fuck me instead. My ass aches so much for your cock sir."

He tugged his arm away and pulled Scylla up onto her feet. "Later slut, we need to finish breaking this one in. Come on, stand up, I'm not going to drag you all the way out of here," he commanded her.

She struggled to stay up, using his grip on her for support, but her legs too weak for the heavy load still resting in her stomach. "I... I can't, I'm too heavy," she replied, still trying to regain her strength.

Ghrom growled and knelt down, picking her up in two of his arms and heading towards the door. "We need to strengthen you up then. More meat on your bones, you're our slaves, not the other way around," he grumbled, carrying her with ease as they walked out of the room.

They left the building and headed outside, giving her first sight of the village, something she wished she could take down in her journal at that moment. She studied her surroundings, trying to memorize as much of the village as she could, their buildings and lives looking not entirely dissimilar from that of her own village. There were dozens of beastkin, tall, intimidating beasts that looked like hybrids of man and beast. Horses, bears, wolves, boars. Most of them were men, but there were women. She noted none of them were pregnant, but many caring for young, which made it clear that their captives were how they bred.

Entering, what Scylla could only assume was Ghrom's house, she was greeted with a different interior than what she expected, the house, which was already large to accommodate Ghrom's size, was more than just the singular room. He had a kitchen, stove, a living area, and even a bath tub.

Carrying over to the bath tub, he set her down next to a wall. "Try not to fall over," he said as he hefted up a large, iron bucket.

Water steamed from with in as he emptied the contents into the bath tub, setting down the bucket next to Scylla and reaching for a potion, that he poured into the tub as well, causing the water to bubble. His hand reached in, stirring up the contents before he returned to Scylla. Removing his loin cloth before picking her up, he carried her into the bath, stepping in first, then slowly sitting down, drawing her down into his lap. She couldn't help but close her eyes and relax into the warm water. It felt so comforting to be gifted a luxury, even one as simple as a warm bath.

"Aren't you going to thank me? Not many of our breeders get this kind of treatment," Ghrom asked, a large finger lifting her chin so her eyes would gaze up at him.

She swallowed, her cheeks flush with blood as she gave a weak nod. "Thank you sir. It's very... nice," she replied haltingly.

"Good, now, feel free to relax," he said, grabbing a rag from the ground besides the tub.

He dipped it into the water and began to rub at her shoulders, hair and face with the rag. She sighed and relaxed back, moaning softly as he rubbed over her stomach with the rag. So caught up in the comforting sensations rubbing over her body, she gave little attention to his hands roaming over her body. Granted, he had just raped her and now he was groping and molesting her body within the tub, but after the nightmarish past few days she had she allowed herself to enjoy the relief.

"Open your mouth," Ghrom instructed, offering little resistance to the command as she did so.

He picked up a new potion and uncorked it, drawing it to her lips, she caught a berry scent to the concoction before he began to feed her the contents. It didn't have the bitter, salty taste of their cum, but was sweet and almost bubbly as it slid down her throat. As the brew settled in her stomach, she felt a tingle spread through her body, reinvigorating her muscles, but also making her head swim. She drew a hand to her head, trying to keep her head from spinning too much more as her body sagged back against Ghrom's body. She recognized that, despite just having drunk it, she was swiftly growing drunk.

"Oh, my... my head, I-what did you do to me?"

"Quiet," he commanded, hands coming down to her hips, gripping and rubbing at her thighs and ass cheeks. She soon realized that she could feel a swelling underneath her, and tried pulling herself out of his lap. His hands pulled her down, drawing her ass to his sheath. "Remember your place, you continue to live because you serve a use to us."

She slowly shook her head, intoxication swiftly coming on as her best efforts to free herself from his grip were swiftly dashed. Her teeth ground together, feeling the pressure of his cock against her ass, his erection trying to grow right up into her ass. Her back arched, a strained groan rising from her throat as she felt the broad flat head press insistently against her rear entrance, growing harder as it pushed her up off of Ghrom's lap.

Scylla's hands gripped to Ghrom's arms, nails trying to dig in as far as they could as her poor ass was spread open, bit by bit, until finally the tip sank in. She gasped and shook her head, not pain, but pleasure blooming from the entrance. She hated it, yet as the potion digested in her stomach, her unwillingness to enjoy the pleasure faded, sighing with the girth being pushed in deeper into her rectum.

"O-oh fuck... gods, it's too... so big," she groaned, nipples beginning to grow erect from the delight of sensation filling her stomach and warming her body.

"Biggest in the village," Ghrom said proudly, tugging her up and pushing her back down, scraping the head of his cock through her stretching ass. Sharp gasps escaped her lips, hips wiggling back and forth as he worked his way deeper into her. "Well, someone's finally enjoying herself."

Scylla swallowed and hook her head, trying to pry his hands from her hips, only to have his extra pair swiftly come to her small breasts. A surprised moan fled from her mouth, her chest feeling sensitive and tender. "N-no, stop... ah, I... oh fuck, I can't think," she sputtered, head spinning more and more while her body betrayed her body's true desires.

"Fuck pets don't need to think... hmm, they just need to be good, obedient... cock warmers," Ghrom replied, slowly wedging in the rim of one of his medial rings into her ass.

There was resistance from the tight ring, something he fought by giving her another swig from the vial. The warm tingle spread through her entire body, more sensitivity swelling underneath her skin as he drew her body up and down on his, now fully erect, spire. She grew slack in his hands, body giving up, but mind staying intact and conscious.

Pre-cum began to stream into her ass as his length sank deeper, offering some lubrication for the snug hole. A tug back and a rough, sudden thrust sank the medial ring in, her body jumping and a sharp moan escaping her lips. She grew red with embarrassment, but could no longer resist crying out with every pleasurable inch grinding against her spread walls.

"Good girl, moan for your master," he commanded her, pulling her down deeper onto his cock, sheathing more of his inches into her rear.

She felt overfull with his cock, stomach churning as her vision doubled, a slack jaw unable to hold back the blissful moans fleeing her throat. Yet there was something different about his motions, seemingly trying just to fill her ass instead of pleasing himself. More and more, he pushed her down, medial rings offering some difficulty, but nothing compared to the knots.

Her eyes would roll up, feeling the bulbous, massive girth spreading open her ring, loud cries rising from her throat while her hips were pried apart one more, ass cheeks squeezing against the girth of the knot as he slowly pushed it in. Yet, where one was in, the other was shortly behind it, the bigger width of his second knot at her ring testing her consciousness, but never quite pushing too far. She gasped, finally accepting the second knot in her ass.

Though she could feel every inch distending and stretching open her colon, her belly continued to be too round and full to show the girth stretching her stomach, a slow, but steady stream of pre-cum winding its way through her body to fill her stomach from the other end. The slightest movement made her gaping cunt, and straining ass squeeze.

"Good, now, one last thing for my new cock warmer," he said.

Reaching to the side of the metal tub to grab a collar. He drew it to her throat, wrapping the leather length around her neck. He drew the buckles into place, securing it tightly to her neck before she felt the heat of magic tickle her skin. The metal buckles seemed to melt, the leather becoming one unending length wrapped around her throat, save for a metal ring hanging down underneath her chin. Following the collar, he grabbed a chain, connecting it to the collar and pulling her body up into a rigid position, testing the secure girth of his knot at her ring.

"Perfect, I think we're ready to go out and show off your new collar, don't you?" Ghrom asked, standing from the tub.

Her eyes looked up, cross-eyed in her stupor, his words growing too complex for her. The stirring of his cock inside of her was too much for her, however, eyes closing again as her body drip-dried as he used a plush cloth to dry himself off. Drool oozed from her mouth, along with weak groans of pleasure, each subtle movement from Ghrom's body like a bolt of lightning through her frame.

Before long, however, she realized that they were outside, the sun set, cold air kissing at her bare body, on display for all to see. Men oggled the sight as women tittered at the ridiculous nature of the drunk slut being skewered on Ghrom's cock. At that moment she wasn't a breeder, a slave or even human, simply, as he put it, a cock warmer.

Scylla tried lifting her hands to cover her self in some small way, only to have Ghrom give her collar a sharp tug. She resigned herself to the indignity of it all and closed her eyes, hoping she could pretend the situation was all a bad dream as they walked through the beastkin village. It was a futile effort, the words from the villagers seeming to grow louder in the air as they walked through the torch lit streets.

It felt like they were walking for hours, her all-too-sensitive body only amplifying each cold gust on her skin and twitch of Ghrom's cock. Yet she soon realized they weren't outside anymore, eyes slow to open, finding Ghrom walking into what appeared to be a tavern, coming to sit on a stool with her body propped up by his shaft.

"Myriad, give me an ale," he said, slamming one of his fists loudly on the counter top, the mutterings of the other tavern patrons growing quiet for a moment before starting up again, once more turning attention to her.

A three headed canid beastwoman, scantily clad in a leather bra and panties, walked up to the pair, raising a brow at the sight of the woman skewered on a cock before her, before grabbing a wooden stein and filling it up with fresh ale. "Who's the bitch Ghrom?" her center head asked, setting the stein before Ghrom.

"Fuck if I know her name, but she's our newest breeder. She's got a tough streak going through her, so I thought I'd take her out, let her know her place," he replied, grabbing the handle of the stein and drawing it to his lips, taking a heavy swig from the stein.

Myriad chuckled and nodded all three of her heads. "She's quite the sight to see," the left head opined, reaching out a hand to grope at her belly, making Scylla's skin crawl. "Almost feel jealous, but then I know what those potions you like to concoct does to their minds, and I sure as shit ain't going to carry your little demons," the right head chimed in.

Scylla closed her eyes, jaw chattering at the attention and the cerberus woman's words. The very thought of carrying this beast's young hadn't yet registered with her, and was making her body feel cold all over, fucked every day as though she were an object more than a being. Death would be a better alternative.

She gasped suddenly, feeling a pair of digits into her gaping folds, spreading her open with the large fingers. "Fuck, you did a number on her, didn't you? See, this is why I never let that beast you call your cock into me," Myriad's middle head said, still teasing her folds. "Though I wouldn't mind taking a crack at that loose cunt."

Ghrom leaned back, tugging Scylla's collar with him, a free hand prying apart her thighs. "Hey, who am I to keep this slut to myself? Fit both of your cocks in her if you like."

Scylla's eyes shot open, looking up at Ghrom then at the three headed beastwoman. She shook her head vigorously. "Please, no, don't. I c-can't take that many. I'll-" Ghrom tugged on the collar, choking the words in her throat until she gave into beastman.

"I need to get a gag for this slut. She talks too much," Ghrom said, finally letting some slack on the chain attached to her collar.

Myriad smirked, bending down and pulling up a pair of panties. "Here, use these, they might be a little soggy from my dripping cocks, but I don't need them, not right now anyway," she said, offering the pair across the counter before walking around it.

Ghrom took the panties, looking them over until he found a spot covered in sticky pre-cum, forcing it into Scylla's mouth. She wanted to spit them out, but feared any repercussions, resigning herself to taste the bitter ooze of the beastwoman's cock spit. She bit into the panties, eyes closing to avoid watching what was in store for her.

The fingers returned, probing deep into her seeded walls, pressure grinding against Ghrom's cock through the thing barrier between ass and cunt. "Hmm, yeah, I think she's just loose enough to take them both. Might be a tight squeeze, but she'll be happy with them," Myriad said, pulling her fingers free and sucking them clean, only a scant sign of Ghrom's thick load clinging to her fingers.

"By all means, I need to break her anyway. She's too rowdy," Ghrom said, massaging at her breasts with two of his hands as the other maintained pressure on her collar.

For a moment, she was grateful for the panties, the moans caused by the teasing over her sex and breasts muffled by the damp pair of pre-soaked underwear. Her body felt all the more sensitive after the brew had been absorbed by her stomach. She hated it, but she was losing the battle in caring. Each delightful touch and shove into her body was a pleasure unlike any she'd ever felt, and her body only ached for more.

Eyes closed, however, Scylla felt a build of anticipation that was agonizingly prolonged. She knew it was coming, but without being able to see and the bustle within the tavern helping mute sounds, she could only guess when the twin cocks would come.

Her back arched when she got her answer, the tips of the pair pressing up to her, embarrassingly, wet folds. They weren't blunted, like so many others she'd unfortunately pleased, but tapered, pressing more easily into her opening, but rapidly growing thicker as the beastwoman pressed in. She turned her head away, biting harder into the panties, trying to silence her groans as her walls quivered in the physical attention, prying her open wider.

Fingers and toes curled, head pushing back into Ghrom's chest, even the panties couldn't completely mute the sounds of her screams, walls straining to accept both pair as they forced their way deeper.

"Hmm, she's still a tight one," Myriad groaned, hands grabbing at her hips for leverage. "God, this girl's already milking me for every drop."

The two cocks throbbed with each inch passing into her, the wall of her ass and cunt being squeezed between the three pairs as thick gouts of pre-cum launched into her, adding to the loads already filling her bloated stomach. Yet, despite the pain of accommodating so much into her small body, she couldn't help but relish the pleasure, hips starting to rock towards Myriad's cocks as Ghrom's knots tested at the widely stretched rim of her ass.

"Ah, now you're getting into it, aren't you?" Ghrom said after a gulp of his ale, hips rising up to push into Scylla's ass. "It'll be much better for you if you, hmm, give in."

She swallowed down, her entire face flush with embarrassment, eyes cracking open to see the other patrons looking at the three of them, either pleasing themselves, or using their own breeding slaves at that moment. She looked up at Ghrom then turned away, nodding her head weakly as a swift thrust from Myriad made her bite and moan into the makeshift gag.

"Good," Ghrom said, setting down his stein and grabbing at Scylla's waist, beginning to tug out his knots as Myriad pushed in.

The two began to take a rhythm, pumping in and out of Scylla's petite body, her belly bouncing and swaying with the motions. Her folds were drenched, dripping honey down Myriad's lengths and falling onto Ghrom's swollen, massive orbs. She felt like little more than a fuck doll, being pounded from both sides as the two towering monsters forced themselves upon her.

Myriad leaned in closer, pressing her breasts against Scylla's body, squeezing her between the pair of beastkins' bodies, kissing the larger of the two on the lips. The gag fell from her mouth, Scylla grabbing to the breasts as best she could with the cuffs on her wrists, the large size of Myriad's breasts muffling her moans, but making it difficult to breathe, not that she could suffocate. It wouldn't stop them even if she did.

Each thrust was another jump to her body, a quiver of tight walls around massive cocks, body bouncing and jiggling, her legs splayed wide as her hips strained in their sockets. She used what little leverage and weight she had on the pair to push down, pain mingling with pleasure. Every passing moment, her body became more accustomed to their sizes and the sensations. She no longer resisted it, giving into the pleasure making her squirm and spreading her open.

"Ah, f-fuck, I can't take it any longer, I'm going to fill this bitch," Myriad's right head groaned, her grip on Scylla's hips growing tighter.

She pounded harder into Scylla's body, knots starting to swell, the lips of her sex working to try and take in both knots, but it was a challenge, even after Ghrom. It was still two knots, but side by side rather than one above the other was forcing her open. Yet, any discomfort or pain she felt, she knew she could take it, pushing down, trying to help accommodate both girths as Ghrom took her ass.

Both their orbs, Ghrom's two swelling watermelon sized balls, and Myriad's quartet, swung together, clapping against one another, sloshing with their heavy loads. Myriad came first, Ghrom helping force Scylla down to sink the pair in, piercing the tip of her cock into Scylla's womb and making her body buck and walls quiver and gush in orgasm. Her entire body trembled, womb being pumped full of yet another load.

It took some time for Ghrom to cum, gallons overfilling her already too full dome, belly now bigger in size than Scylla was tall. Yet Ghrom took pleasure in thrusting his knots in and out of Scylla's body, the tightness of her ring causing a brief pause before they sank in, balls growing larger and larger with a pent up load until they reached past his knees.

When he finally did cum, she could taste it in the back of her throat, gallons of thick, bloated, throbbing veins pulsing up into her ass as loads spilled into her with a slow, purposeful gout. She shuddered and sighed, each new throb of cum painting her colon with his virile essence making her clench around their three lengths before cumming herself.

She felt exhausted once they'd finished filling her some minutes later, not a drop spilled as Myriad pulled free from her cunt. "Damn, I haven't had a fuck like that in ages. She a keeper Ghrom," Myriad said, grabbing her twin lengths at the base and sliding her panties back on. She walked around behind the counter again, refilling Ghrom's stein with a refill. "Bring her around again sometime, I wouldn't mind using her again."

"Hey, Ghrom, mind if I unload in her?" a new voice piped up.

"Same, I don't mind sloppy seconds, or fourths," yet another did.

Scylla's gaze lazily turned upward, a belch tasting of cum yet again escaping her lips. Ghrom smiled back and said, "You're going to be busy tonight girl."

---

Moans fled Scylla's mouth as she bounced up and down on Ghrom's cock, ass stuffed full of his cock. In the months since first being captured she'd become so used to taking his shaft as his personal breeder pet that taking his knots weren't the struggle they used to be. Her belly was so large that she had to rest it on his stomach, even so, her thighs were burning constantly with lactic acid, trying to keep in rhythm as she rode her master.

"Hmm, you're doing good, but try squeezing a little more. You're getting loose on me slut," Ghrom said, giving her cushy rear a slap. She gasped and clenched in reaction around his cock, stopping her motions for a moment to recover. "Ah, that's the ticket, but if you don't keep that up I'll have to keep spanking your ass to keep you tight."

She nodded and did her best to clench as she pulled up. "Y-yes sir. Sorry for... my loose ass sir," she said with a heavy pant, gripping at his shaggy coat of fur as she drove herself back down, her gaping folds oozing onto his lower stomach.

Over the past few months she'd grown used to his ministrations, even the size of his cock, and the sizes of the other studs in the village. She was rarely given a day to rest, but the potions they gave her helped keep her energy up, her body absorbing as much of their cum to keep her needy and capable of taking their towering spires. She no longer fought with them, except when they wanted her to, she had not the strength nor willpower to do so, especially as the calves in her stomach grew larger and larger.

And grow they did, every day rapidly getting larger in her belly. It had only been a couple months, and already she looked ready to burst. She could feel them all wiggling around inside of her, pressing up against her tautly stretched skin, her belly button gone from an innie to an outie. She couldn't lift herself or move without help from one of the beastkin, not that she had a lot of moving when they weren't around. As a breeder she spent most of her days either pleasing someone, or resting as the young gestating in her belly sapped her of all her energy.

Ghrom had fed her a few potions that, according to him, were responsible for her wide, brood mother hips, hearty thighs, round ass cheeks, and the swollen, heavy, milk-laden breasts. All of it was to help her carry their children and keep them all healthy. She was a true breeder, just like all the other non-beastkin women in the village, left to spend the rest of her days pregnant and needy for beastkin cock.

She stopped for a moment, Ghrom thrusting up into her ass again, making her groan as her belly and breasts bounced. "W-wait sir," she begged, wincing at a pain cramping in her stomach. "Oh, s-something wrong. Aaaah, oh, can we please stop?"

"The fuck did you say?" Ghrom growled, showing off his teeth. He drew a pair of hands to her hips, another to squeeze at her heavy breasts. "We stop when I say we stop, you don't get to dictate that, and you should know better."

She groaned and held her stomach, hips weakly rocking and bouncing on his cock. "I'm sorry sir, it's just... ffffuck, oh, gods, it hurts."

He snorted and began lifting her and dropping her on his cock, slowly teasing the swelling girth of his throbbing knot at her gaping wide rim. "Probably just labor pains. They come on fast with you breeders, you'll be fine. Don't stop for a moment or I'll have to lock you up to the wall."

Scylla's brow furrowed and she nodded, sweat starting to drip from her body as she bounced on his cock, her shuddering belly resting on his abdomen. There was such a conflict of sensations, pleasure from his cock stretching and pounding into her ass, as muscles tightened to push out the children in her. She felt so close to cumming, yet pulled back every time a contraction hit, making her squeeze roughly around Ghrom's knot, only adding to the miserable pain in her stomach. She wanted to continue, fearing being cuffed to a wall for days on end, hanging there to be used and fucked as the weight of her cum filled belly pulled down towards the ground.

Yet, try as she might, she was growing increasingly weaker. She shook her head, resting down on his balls as she leaned back. "Oh, I-I can't master. Please, don't make me continue," she begged, teeth gritting as another contraction took her stomach, milking out a stream of thick pre-cum into her ass. "Ah, th-they're coming."

"They can come after I cum," he said, pulling her off of his cock. She sighed in relief at the sudden emptiness, reclining on the bed, only to have him roll her over on her stomach and prop her up on her knees. Repositioning himself behind her, he gripped at her hips and fed the tip of his cock into her ass once more. She moaned softly, clenching at the blankets as her clenching ring was pried open by his thick girth once more.

She cried out as he sank in, only his thick, slimy pre-cum acting as lubricant for her clenching asshole. Yet in the past two months she'd become so conditioned to please the studs around the beastkin village that she still rocked her hips back to meet his knots. She squeezed, her body trying to force the girth of veiny bulb out of her body as he pushed in, only making him groan and his balls swell with an approaching orgasm.

She felt the sudden rush of fluid from her folds, head dipping lower towards the bed as he drove into her. The birthing instinct wanted him to stop, but her body was so sensitive from the various potions he'd fed her over the past two months, that she enjoyed it as much as he did, each thick in being fed in deeper, stretching her open, the blunt, flaring head scraping through the walls of her ass.

One of his four free hands reached out, grabbing at her hair and pulling her back, grunting as his second knot ground and pounded up against her clenching ring. She gasped, eyes squeezed tight at the pain, his knot sinking in and pulling out with the tight grip on her hair as he began to cum, his dense cum painting her walls with his virile essence.

He didn't stop as he came, as he often does, fucking her ass, teasing open her rim as wide as the knots would allow with their growing, throbbing girth. Scylla could feel the gallons of cum flowing towards her stomach being plunged back and forth, flared head scraping against the tight walls of her ass.

Yet she had no mind to pay attention to any of it, cervix dilating and the painful muscular contractions making her vision swim with stars. She poured sweat, breathing heavily through clenched teeth as she bore down, trying to push the first of her young free. Her nails tore at the bed, screams growing louder as her womb stretched open for the first of four crowning heads being pushed free from her mound.

Above her, Ghrom paid little attention to her pains or his calves being forced from her sex, eyes closed in concentration as his cock plunged in and out of her ass, emptying his swollen balls into her. They'd fill up swiftly after he was done, and have more than enough to fill her womb again, but nothing interrupted his orgasms.

The first child was massive, bigger than Ghrom's cock, pushing out from her small walls, she barely had the energy to push him out part of the way, but she found it. It took twenty minutes for him to finish filling her ass as she strained beneath him to push out the first of their children, finally helping as the head slipped free from her sex, his large hands helping guide his son out to the air, but she was far from done.

He finally offered her some help, allowing her to recline on her back in the bed as she forced out her second child. It made it easier to push out the child, but she almost immediately regretted not having his cock in her ass, the pleasure a missing distraction from the ache and pain of pushing the large calves and pups from her sex. Each minute felt like an hour, each hour a day, her muscles growing increasingly weak with each child she birthed into Ghrom's waiting hands. Three sons, one a full blooded minotaur, one a canid beastman, and a hybrid like Ghrom. Yet there was still one to go.

"One more slut, don't you give up yet," he encouraged her, in his own crude way.

Scylla shook her head, brow furrowed and pouring off of her. "I-I can't, f... four is too much."

He let out a low growl and drew his fingers to her stretched sex, sinking them into her. Curled up digits ground against the top of her walls, thumb rubbing at her clit, trying to rub an orgasm out of her. She squirmed weakly, sobbing at the pleasure. "You can, and will or I'll stuff my fist into you and pull the last one out."

She clenched her eyes tight, giving her head a shaky nod as she spread her thighs wide again, teeth grinding together as she bore down once more. He didn't stop teasing her sex, hips rising to his fingers, honey drooling from her gaping cunt. She hated herself for enjoying it, but it helped encourage her, muscles straining to finally push the last child free. She collapsed back on the bed, the cry of a daughter hybrid filling the air. She sobbed in blissful relief, yet there was still more work to do.

"Good job," he said in a gruff voice, swaddling the fourth child and bringing her to rest besides her mother. "Watch them and try to feed them while I go get a few things ready."

Scylla nodded tiredly, back aching as she pulled down a pillow to proper herself up with, grabbing the first of her four children, her daughter, to bring to her chest. The young beastkin took swiftly to nursing from her chest, a sigh of relief escaping Scylla's lips as the backed up bounty of milk in her swollen breasts.

Despite the torturous events she'd been through, she found herself looking at the child and thinking how it was all worth it. The peaceful, calm demeanor of her daughter, suckling from her breast, drawing out gulp after gulp of milk to grow strong. Scylla couldn't help but feeling a maternal warmth towards her children, happy to bring one of her sons over to nurse from the other breast as Ghrom did whatever was of such import.

He wasn't gone long though, back before she finished feeding the first pair of babies, with a woman, a four armed, heavily breasted minotaur, in tow. He took the baby girl from her arms and handed it off to the woman, who took over for feeding the child. One by one, they were passed over to the female minotaur, feeding them all capably in her four arms, before she left the room with the young.

"Who is that. W-where is she going?" Scylla asked, looking at the door as she laid back in the bed.

"That's my wife, and she's going to take care of our children," he said, turning away to walk to the table of potions and tinctures. He searched over the contents and returned with yet another vial. "Open your mouth."

Scylla shook her head, trying to pull away from the minotaur. "No, please, not now. I'm s-so tired. Let me r-" He grabbed at her face and pried open her mouth, forcing her to drink it. She sputtered and coughed, but drank down the vial, knowing he'd just punish her if she resisted.

She felt heat pour into her body from her stomach, back arching as an intense, needy desire flooded her loins. She gasped and tugged at the sheets, her thighs spreading open as the exhaustion of giving birth was replaced with a newfound energy and the pain she'd endured was overcome with a desire to be filled again. She tried resisting the influence clouding her mind, but it only made the need boiling between her legs more intense.

"Oh... goddesses, f-fuck. I... ah," she sputtered, squirming and rubbing over her body, gasping and moaning at the slightest touch setting her nerves a tingle. Ghrom leaned in, his mouth drawing down to her breast, muzzle opening to take her nipple into his mouth as his fingers dipped back down between her legs, teasing at her mound. "Oh, fuck, yes! Please don't stop! M-more!" she begged him hips bucking up towards his fingers.

His tail wagged as he lapped at her nipple, cleaning up any wayward drop that might have slid free from the pups and calves, taking to nursing from her breast as his fingers probed and massaged at her tired, strained walls. She wrapped her arms around his head, head buried back in the pillow as each stroke of her clit made her rock into the ministrations teasing her heated, drenched folds.

Though she'd just given birth, she felt an overwhelming desire to have his cock in her again, her head swimming with nothing but the thought of being bred once more. Not just soon, or eventually, but _now. S_he had to have him now, filling her, pounding so deep into her it made her belly bulge with his length, spilling his heavy seed into her womb, flooding her fallopian tubes. Nothing else mattered at that moment, not her children, not the need to let down her milk or to recover.

"Fuck me, master, please," she whispered into his ear, his cock twitching at the pleading words.

He lifted his head and licked her milk from his lips. "Of course," he responded, pulling his fingers free from her sex.

Wiping her honey from his fingers on her belly, already less rounded after delivering their for children, he pulled her towards the foot of the bed. Two hands grabbed at her legs, spreading them wide as his extra set grabbed at his still hard cock, drawing it up between her legs. She bit her lower lip, hands dipping down between her legs to spread open her petals for him - not that the gaping folds needed any help to enter her anymore.

Grinning, he drew the tip down to her opening and pushed forward slowly. Scylla moaned, louder and more passionately than she ever had before. She came almost immediately, hips bucking towards his cock as muscles tightened, trying to tug him deeper. He hunched over her, a pair of hands playing with her full breasts as he gripped tighter to her thighs, pulling her back onto his cock.

"Ah, the first post-birth fuck... is always the best," Ghrom groaned, pushing his fully flared head up against her still dilated cervix, driving the medial rings swiftly into her, making her lips kiss at the first of his knots.

Scylla was in heaven, her mind blank, empty of all thought except for pleasing her stud. She rocked with his motions, breasts bouncing in his hands as her chest heaved with heavy sighs and moans of pleasure. Each thrust of his mighty shaft into her walls made her silken folds quiver, another blinding orgasm making her gush with honey over his cock and onto his balls. Her hands gripped at his forearms, holding them, feeling at the muscles over his body.

"Oh, master... breed me, please. Ah, give me more calves and pups. I... I don't ever want to be empty," she pleaded, drawing a hand from his arm to rub at the bulge of his cock through her stomach.

He groaned and bucked his hips, driving his still swollen knot up against her opening. "Ah, don't stop that slut... feels good," he commanded, angling her body so it made his cock protrude through her stomach more.

She licked her lips and reached her free hand down, stroking at the bulge of his cock through her stomach. She stroked at the length, massaging the rings plunging in and out of her womb, the thick, bulbous knot spreading open her wide lips, putting her hearty brood mother hips to good use. His balls were growing fast, backed up with potent, virile seed, ready to fill her once again with young, the potion he had given her ensuring her womb was just as ready to carry his children once again as she was.

Knots pounded in and out, folds squirting as the girth of the swelling knots ground up against her clit and drove in and out of her womb. Her head tossed back and forth, her hands milking his cock as he continued to wildly fuck her with all his strength and stamina. He howled with the eruption of his cock, flooding her with his dense, heavy load, still pounding her cunt as he came.

Scylla cried out with her stud, feeling the streams pump into her, painting the walls of her womb with his virile jism. Her belly began to bloat again, rapidly filling with his cum, making her look as though she were already pregnant once more, tummy rounding out and jiggling with each thrust.

Yet he kept going, still pounding into her as he came, as he so often did. It made her quiver and gush, screaming in blissful pleasure. Yet she could only stand so much, even with the potion in her body, she was still a mother of four newborns. Her vision faded, growing dark rapidly before she fell unconscious.

When Scylla woke up, she felt the squeeze of cuffs around her wrists and ankles, the sound of gagging hitting her ears as she lifted her head. Her eyes cracked open slowly, looking around the room, finding herself held aloft by chains and cuffs. She wasn't surprised to find that there were others in the room, her a new face hanging on the wall just to her right, being throat fucked by a hyena beastkin.

The new woman was trying to keep up with the hyena, but she seemed on the verge of passing out, gagging and choking on the girth as balls clapped against her chin and his length disappeared down her gullet. The heavy, sloshing balls swayed with each motion, the girls's eyes rolling up into her head just before he came. She struggled at the cuffs, tugging and thrashing as the hyena filled her stomach before slowly pulling free. She coughed violently, cum spilling over her face and into her hair. She couldn't hold it back, gagging on the cum, throwing it up onto her breasts and cum bloated belly.

"What a waste, useless," the hyena said, lifting her jaw to keep the load in, but so much more of it coming up. The hyena looked to Scylla, and shook his head. "Shame I couldn't have found a slut like you. The entire village could hear you cumming after Ghrom bred you, right after you gave birth."

Glancing at the woman, then back at the hyena, Scylla's face grew flush and she nodded. "I do my best to please my master sir."

The hyena let go of the woman's chin. "You could learn a thing or two from this cock guzzler. You might enjoy yourself more if you did," he said, turning and walking away.

Scylla felt a bit of pride as the hyena walked away, turning her gaze back to the new face. "Hey, it's going to be okay. Just calm down, swallow if you can, it's easier than getting it all out." The woman nodded, face flush as she sagged in the chains, coughing a few more times before she was breathing easily. "There you go, now, you want to tell me your name? My name's Scylla."