Cheetara's Barbaric Encounter 1.5
Story by C443 on SoFurry
Chapter 1.5 of Cheetara's submission to human dick!
M/F, Oral, Vaginal, Small instance of violence, Tattoos
Cheetara's Barbaric Encounter 1.5
Chieftain Randolph smiled as the three gorgeous Thunderian women battled before his throne, each struggling to overcome the others, using nothing but their strength and wits. The three gloriously naked feline females ripped and tore at one another with all the vicious intent of a lioness going in for a kill.
All around them, the smoky air of the lodge reverberated with the roars the warriors of his tribe, their bellows of encouragement and snapped insults spurring the battling slaves to greater heights of viciousness. Other warriors sat back at the feast tables and enjoyed the attention of their own Thunderian slaves, stuffing their eager feline fuckslaves until they mewled in pleasure. It was a scene of barbaric bedlam, the roars of the crowd, thrown drinks and half eaten food littering the lodge floors, which was dutifully cleaned by more of the Thunderian slaves. The sounds of conflict and celebrations were almost deafening in the confined space of the hall and the hanging torchlights gave everything a flickering, almost hellish look.
The three females that fought before Randolph's throne were the three most prized Thunderian brood mares of the tribe, each one fit and strong, of prime breeding age and absolutely stunning to look at. They had thrown themselves on the chieftain's mercy, begging to be the breeder that would supply the tribe with more new livestock. While he could knock them all up...only the strongest would get to bear his children regularly and so he pitted them against one another, telling them that the strongest would be his personal breeder slave and the other two would just be concubines and nothing more.
The hulking barbarian king smiled as he watched how two of the slaves teamed up to try to rip and tear at the glorious body of his newest toy, seeking to secure their places as his personal breeders...but her speed and strength was on a whole other level. She moved with all the skill and capability of a dancer...and with all the strength of an angry bull, slamming a fist into the stomach of the first and delivering a jaw rattling kick to the head of the second.
Randolph knew from the start who would win and that she would be his personal breeder until the end of her fertile years, but the theatre was good for his men. He knew that the slave formerly known at Cheetara would be the victor and the former Thundercat did not disappoint, taking apart her two opponents with clinical skill and unrivaled physical potency. The two other concubines just could not match and before too long, the two laid crumpled on the floor, one gasping for air and the other unconscious. The crowd ROARED in approval, screaming their admiration for the gloriously naked slave's triumph...and she basked in their praise.
Cheetara could not help but grin as she posed for the gathered warriors, bringing up her hands behind her head and shaking her full breasts for the crowd, savoring their hungry eyes on her like it was the most potent of drugs. She was a different woman than she was when she first came to the village ten months ago and was shown her proper place in the world as a human's breeding tool. She had born their chieftain a pair of strong children, one male and one female which had caused her already glorious body to fill out and grow even more luscious due to her childbirth. Her breasts had grown two full cup sizes due to her pregnancy, her full bubble butt had grown even wider and heart shaped, and her thighs plump and full...but despite the extra padding her body now carried, she was still toned and tight, just will a little extra softness across her formerly rock hard body. Her proud nipples were pierced and small tribal fetishes hung from those engorged nubs and even her clit sported a small silver stud, showing off her now always erect love button to the world around her.
She had forgotten what it was like to wear clothes and her body was laced from head to toe with tribal markings of ownership and fertility. These markings, inked across her form by the tribal shaman marked her as a alpha slave, a female breeder of the highest order. Above all of them, emblazoned across her right asscheek, was the inked brand of Randolph, showing others around her that she was the personal property of the chieftain himself.
Cheetara basked in the gathered warriors' praise, finding validation in their howls and crass insults to her fit body. She savored the attention and the glory of being a symbol of sexual realization and submission...and she loved the fact that she was the property of her master and had now proven the fact that she was a strong enough slave to be Randolph's primary breeder. She had abandoned any thoughts of escape (if she indeed ever had any) and embraced every facet of her submission, from being a toy to be used to clean the village.
She could not remember when she had last seen Tygra, but she did remember that he was being used to dig ditches and move heavy stones...and she didn't care one bit about the fact that that her former mate was being used as a two legged mule. He was just another piece of meat to be used by her new master...but she was just more useful in many ways than the pathetic worm she used to consider her mate. She turned to look at the magnificent form of her master and grinned, her eyes roaming over his heavily muscled body and quite visibly erect cock, that towering pillar of fuckmeat that had introduced her to her new life.
Cheetara shuddered as she took in the raw masculine nature of her master, the thought of carrying his children again sent shivers of desire through the broken Thunderian's mind, causing her already swollen and puffy cuntlips to pulse with need. She stood there, putting herself on display for the gathered crowd like an animal at a zoo and the cheers of the crowd washed over her like a tide of affirmation of her new lifestyle. She loved every second of the shouted praise and lewd insults hurled at her, relishing being called a Thunderian whore or a breeder bitch just as much as she savored the praise of her skill and strength...but that all came to an end when Randolph's rumbling voice echoed across the lodge, “Enough...come here, slave!" He growled, his voice sounding like a boulder rolling down a hill, “You earned the right to be bred...and while I enjoy the sight of you showing off like the piece of meat you are, but you are my piece of meat...so stop your showboating and get over here now!"
Her master's command caused the crowd to go silent and for a jolt of electricity to race through Cheetara's voluptuous body. She shrank to her knees and crawled forward, approaching him in the exact way she had been trained, on all fours like the animal she was. Her glorious ass rolled with each move, her large breasts swaying underneath her as she crawled up to her master, placing kisses up his heavily muscled legs before burying her face in Randolph's massive balls, working the huge cum factories with her agile tongue before moving up to plant a sloppy kiss on his cockhead, preparing to service her master's towering member and preparing it for the task at hand...but Randolph had other ideas.
His large hand snapped down and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her up and tossing her down onto a pile of furs next to his throne, his eyes burning as he stood. “Spread yourself, slave...you have earned the right to bear my children once more," He rumbled, a grin on his face. The crowd erupted again, cheers and jeers echoing through the lodge, but when Randolph looked back at them, they all went silent under the glare of their chieftain. He stared at them for a moment, but then he smiled and pointed at the two beaten concubines, “Take them...enjoy yourselves." He said with an evil chuckle, causing the crowd to lose their minds. They descended onto the unexpected concubines in a tide of testosterone, yanking them into the crowd as they came awake at the sudden pawing at their bodies. Soon, the sounds of wet slapping of flesh on flesh and loud gagging filled the room as the two slaves were buried under a tidal wave of males eager to try out the Chief's toys.
Cheetara didn't hesitate at her master's command, opening her legs wide and reaching down to spread her eager cuntlips for her master's pleasure, showing the soft pink inner flesh of her soaked cunt. She was ready and willing to take every inch of her master's thick cock and every drop of his potent cum. Randolph didn't waste time, dropping on top of the Thunderian slut and pinned her against the furs, his massive cock seeking out her eager hole like a guided missile and shoved his cock into her soaked fuckhole, the head of his cock bashing against her cervix in one smooth thrust. The sudden intrusion into her innermost chamber caused the slutty Thunderian to MOAN in pleasure. She was back where she was meant to be, under a big male and about to get bred.
Randolph did not waste time and he laid across her, pressing down against her and squashing her large breasts against his chest as he rutted down into his favored fucktoy. He drove his cock in and out of the eager fuckslave, savoring the feel of her well trained and tight cunt rippling up and down his throbbing cock. Each pouding thrust into her eager cunt slammed his cockhead against the entrance to her womb like a battering ram against a castle gate.
Cheetara was in heaven, moaning in absolute ecstasy with each hard thrust her master took into her eager folds. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as she threw herself into the act of being bred, embracing the sensation of Randolph's cock slamming against her cervix with each brutal thrust. She didn't want anything more in life than to live like this, to fight lesser whores for her master's amusement, to be his personal fucktoy and concubine, and finally to bear his children until her fertile days were done. She moaned as she bucked against him, loving the feeling of his hard body against hers.
All of a sudden, she felt the burn of her new tattoos running across her body as the magic stored within them activated. From what the shaman hald told her, the new markings across her body would keep her as a nice, tight and fertile breeder for far longer than nature intended, even increasing the chance of multiple births...and she intended to take full advantage of that, giving her master as many strong children as she could. Just the thought of bearing him another child sent her over the edge, her legs locking around Randolph's waist as she bucked up against him, screaming her pleasure to the gods, her cunt clamping around his pounding prick as she writhed underneath him.
Randolph growled, his eyes squeezing shut as he felt her tight cunt rippling up and down his throbbing cock. It felt incredible and he savored every moment of fucking his tight bodied slave. “You are mine ,slave...now and forever...you belong to no other!" He growled, his eyes locking on hers as he bore down on her, his large hands coming down to grab big handfuls of her bubble butt for leverage as he rutted her. “You are mine...and unless some other warrior can beat me and take you from me...the rest of your life will be nothing but being my personal baby maker!" He snarled, thrusting forward HARD and breaching into her womb, popping through the spongy barrier and into her boiling hot baby chamber. The feeling of her final barrier finally giving in sent the eager Cheetara over the edge once again, causing her to buck in climax, her eyes rolling up in her head as she reached her peak for the second time, her body thrashing under her master as a mind bending orgasm ripped through the former Thundercat, reducing her to a mewling mess under the big barbarian brute.
Randolph groaned, his balls churning as his slave's climax pushed him past his breaking point, his cock jerking deep in her body as the first jets of his thick wadd spurted into her eager fuckhole, painting the walls of her womb white with his potent jizz. He filled her womb to the brim, flooding her fallopian tubes and ovaries with his cum, the shamanic magic ensuring that his eager seed found multiple fertile eggs to penetrate in a coital clash that would bear fruit in nine months time...but that was the future.
Randolph sighed as his orgasm came to an end and looked down at the mewling Cheetara, a grin crossing his face at the sight of her fuck addled face. He savored the feel of her body against him for a moment before pulling back, his cock popping free of her abused fuckhole, a stream of his cum following shortly behind. He shook his head and let out a laugh as he stood up, savoring the sight of the broken Thunderian sprawled out before him.
“This is your place...filled with human cum and carrying human children...and soon, every fertile breeder of your entire species will be in the exact same place," He said with a rumbling laugh, before returning to his throne. He couldn't help but grin at the madness around him, how his tribe was utterly defiling and fucking the two slaves who had lost to the former Thundercat. They could have their fun with them, but Cheetara was his and his alone.
Randolph's domination of Cheetara continues!
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