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Monstrum: Bitch 

By Wintermute 
wintermute.stories@gmail.com 

Tags:
g, bd, best, magic, nc, ped, rape, reluc, viol 

Content:
Rape, Monster Rape, Young Girls, Magic/Fantasy, Gore, Death, 
Bondage, Pedophilia, Pregnancy 

                                  ~*~                                     

"Do you call that a lightning bolt? I've had scarier blasts from my 
bottom after eating Taijan peppers! Again!" 

Shae whirled her golden staff, gathering the magical energy from the 
space around her, shaping it into form. She gestured, and a bolt of wild 
sparks shot from her hand towards the wooden target, clipping it on the 
side to spin around and fall over. 

"Well, that's a little better!" the man yelled. "You need to work on 
your form Shae." 

She turned to look at her commander and found his blue eyes staring back 
at her from under his unruly mop of wild black hair. Despite her best 
efforts, Shae always felt herself blushing when Vhaine's handsome gaze 
turned her way. He was in full battle-dress, with polished gauntlets and 
a gleaming steel breastplate, but Shae couldn't help imagining him as he 
was in the training room: clad in short breeches as he energetically 
danced with his practice blade, spinning in graceful, controlled 
movements, droplets of sweat flying off his muscular body. 

"Y-Yes sir, I will," she squeaked nervously. " I'll practice that one in 
particular. It'll be better by next week, you'll see." 

He nodded, a charming grin growing on his face, before turning back to 
attend to the men training with swords and bows on the battlements. 

Shae looked down at her toes, hiding her blush by pretending to adjust 
her uniform. Vhaine was the most handsome man she knew, and whenever he 
looked at her a flood of embarrassment washed from her head down to her 
toes. She was 10 years old. She was a mage now. She commanded the raw 
forces of the universe, bending them to her will, using them to serve 
and defend the kingdom of Teleria. She had even met the queen! She 
couldn't let the gaze of some boy turn her inside out, no matter how 
pretty. And yet somehow, every time he looked at her... 

The uniform didn't help. A mage had to wear special clothing - it came 
with the job. Condensing magical forces would cause normal clothes to 
decay rapidly over time as they soaked up the entropic currents, so a 
mage's uniform had to be composed only of the metallic allocite and blue 
dreamcloth, materials which were immune to the effect. Both were 
extremely expensive and hard to come by. A thin collar of the golden 
metal girded her neck, connected by delicate hanging filigree with the 
small allocitic braces that ran down her bare back. Thin arms wrapped 
around her sides and stretched over her chest, ending in hanging scraps 
of dreamcloth that barely covered her nipples. The rest of her chest and 
tummy were bare. 

Her bottoms were nothing more than a small chain of the delicate golden 
allocite which hugged her hips and ran around her waist. At the front 
and back hung loose flaps of dreamcloth woven with a gold border, barely 
enough to cover her pussy and ass. Her slippers actually had more metal 
than her bottoms, since they came with flexible allocite cords that 
wrapped around her lower legs and tied just below the knees. A thin 
tiara with tiny hanging sapphires completed the traditional mage outfit. 
Gems were immune to the effects of magical decay, and slightly less 
costly than the metal itself, so her outfit was studded freely with 
shining jewels; a diamond at the front of her panties matched a ruby in 
the back, just above her bum. A mage in motion in the sunlight flashed 
like a meteor. 

She adjusted her panties again, ensuring the meager scrap of cloth 
covered her privates. The men would leer sometimes when the mages 
practiced, and it was a popular sport among the boys to sneak into the 
castle grounds to watch the training. She had mastered combat with the 
staff and the dagger, and she could whirl, dance, and parry 
satisfactorily, holding her ground against the men. Having them look at 
your pussy every time you dodged just came with the job. If it was 
Vhaine looking at her though, well, she got this tingling that spread 
outwards from her groin and left her dizzy and light on her feet- 

She shook her head. It was no good being distracted. She would have to 
train hard if she wanted to prove that she was ready to go on the next 
mission. 

Teleria fielded a sizable military, but it was no secret that armed men 
weren't much good against the terrifying monsters that attacked the 
kingdom. Faster, stronger, more numerous, and with spikes, teeth, and 
claws that could rip an entire squad apart in seconds, the monsters had 
menaced human lands for many years, destroying outlying towns and 
villages. The queen had turned to the mages for a solution. The 
ephemeral, invisible force called magic could level a tower with a 
single blast, or smite giant Org-reh to pieces with a devastating 
fireball. Its inscrutable strains manifest themselves only in young 
girls - the capable ones beginning to show signs of promise around 6, 
before their magical abilities peaked at around 10 years of age. After 
that, the ability slowly lost potency, tapering off as a girl reached 
sexual maturity in her mid teens. 

So the mages had been recruited, instructed, outfitted, and trained 
solely in the art of combat against ravenous creatures ten times their 
size. A properly trained girl could decimate a squad of Org-reh or a 
lumbering pack of Ettu all by herself, provided she had a little backup 
to keep the monsters busy while she worked her magic. If things went 
wrong and the monsters reached her though, well, things usually went 
pretty different. If they caught one, a monster would do things to a 
little girl that were best not mentioned outside of the classroom. 

More distractions. She put them out of her head and focused on her form, 
sending another bolt of electricity thundering towards the wooden 
target. This time, the energy didn't veer in mid-air, instead striking 
the wooden dummy dead center and shattering it to splinters. She smiled. 

                                  ~*~                                     

Shae lurched awake when the instructor rapped her hand with a ruler. 

"Miss Shae, I asked you a question. Stop being such a sleepyhead," 
admonished Miss Mathers. The grey-haired ex-mage who tutored Shae's 
class in Monstrum Factorum glared down at her student. 

"Yes ma'am, I'm sorry," groaned Shae sleepily. She had been up late, 
practicing her spells. "Will you please repeat the question?" 

"I asked about the Arachma. How do they reproduce?" 

Shae spun through the heap of facts in her head. Arachma: disgusting 
man-sized spider creatures that hunted in packs and preferred ambush 
tactics. They liked to lure patrols into areas they controlled, before 
snaring them in their webs and attacking from behind. 

"With eggs ma'am." 

Her instructor lifted her chin and sniffed disapprovingly. "Of course 
with eggs. Every small child knows spiders lay eggs. That is not what I 
am asking. How do the Arachma reproduce? Tell us please, in detail." 

Shae gulped as she composed the revolting answer. 

"They slay any human men they come across, but they take girls as 
prisoners. They like to uh...wrap them in webs. Hold them down. They 
make hives to live in, with narrow tunnels, and will take the women back 
there to um...breed." 

"How do they breed, please," asked her instructor with a long-suffering 
look. 

"They strap the girls to the webs. Then they take turns using their 
um...thingies. They like to put it in the women's mouths and vaginas, 
and fill them up. The women get pregnant with the spider eggs, and 
eventually they hatch, giving birth to more Arachma." 

"Yes. Well, finally we have arrived at something close to an answer," 
her instructor said, continuing to address the room. "An Arachma will 
bind its victim with several layers of thick, sticky webbing. The 
Arachma silk is soft, but incredibly strong. It can resist all blades, 
and is only vulnerable to fire. A victim so restrained is quite 
helpless. Unlike mammals, Arachma have a jutting pseudophallic 
protrusion in their nether regions, and from the end of that their real 
penis will emerge when aroused. They will take women of any age for 
breeding, and since it is not required that the women be fertile - only 
that they have a warm uterus to use - even very old and very young girls 
can be suitable hosts for eggs. The ejaculate of an Arachma is just a 
delivery vehicle for the thousands of fine eggs in their semen. Once 
impregnated, eggs grow to maturity, and are ejected by the girl in a 
process somewhat similar to labor. When exposed to air, the eggs rapidly 
hatch. 

The spiderlings grow to maturity rapidly, and it's not uncommon for a 
newly born Arachma to be impregnating its own mother a few weeks after 
birth. The women are kept in the hive indefinitely, sustained by the 
excretions of-" 

Shae tried to stop listening. She hated this class, learning every 
disgusting fact about the monsters she was supposed to be fighting. The 
instructor had unrolled a detailed diagram on the board at the front of 
the class, illustrating every step of the breeding process in hideous 
detail. Shae gazed out the window instead of paying attention. 

Her daydreaming was interrupted when an elegant woman entered the class. 
Everyone knew of Sheila d'Anzer, the famed advisor to the queen. Her 
immaculate white dress wrapped around a slender body like a second skin, 
and a silver necklace, holding a priceless red ruby, shined at her 
throat. Shae had heard the boys whisper how she was the most gorgeous 
woman in the kingdom, a luscious beauty who never aged. She looked 
around 25, but rumors said she was much older, her youth sustained 
through unknowable magical forces. She was always dressed finely, 
preferring white, with a seemingly effortless perfection of every detail 
of her appearance. Shining black hair was always perfectly arranged to 
bounce gracefully about her shoulders, and her elaborate dresses somehow 
remained completely spotless no matter the occasion. An ex-mage herself, 
she liked to visit the classrooms often to check on the students. 

"Good morning, Miss Mathers. It's good to see you again. What are the 
students learning about today?" she asked with her distinctive melodic 
voice. 

Miss Mathers bowed to her superior. "Today we are learning about the 
Arachma, your grace." 

"Arachma is it? Well, let us see what your students have learned. You 
there, twirling your hair. What is your name?" 

"Shae," she squeaked, the blond strands dropping from her fingers with 
embarrassment. 

"Shae, tell me, if your studies have prepared you: Where and when was 
the first Arachma attack?" 

"It was in...um, 392 CE ma'am. They took over the village of Mulberry." 

Sheila nodded. "Indeed. What did they do at Mulberry?" 

"They um, they killed everyone, except for the girls at an orphanage," 
Shae gulped, beginning to wither under the rapid-fire quizzing. 

"What did they do with the girls, Shae?" 

"They bred them, uh, impregnated them. It was an orphanage for very 
young girls, mostly around 7 I think. They built a hive under the town 
and used the girls to produce thousands of Arachma. It took a very long 
time for the soldiers to beat them back to Mulberry and discover the 
hive." 

"It took about 10 years, in fact," Sheila lectured. "Most of the girls 
had spent more than half their lives living in the hive by that point. 
What did they say when the soldiers came to free them?" 

"Um, I think...they kept saying things like 'let me go back'. They 
didn't seem to want to leave. Some of them fought the soldiers." 

Sheila d'Anzer nodded sagely and surveyed the class, a queer smile 
spreading on her face. "Always remember, as you pursue your studies, the 
overpowering effect of Conversion that the monsters have. It is an 
important lesson. That will be all for today." 

She slipped out of the classroom with the same silent grace with which 
she had entered. 

Miss Mathers cleared her throat. "And now, class, we will move on to the 
Mammalia variants of the Monstrum kingdom, beginning with the 
Hellhounds, the Fiendfoxes, the Rapewolves, the Suckbats, and the 
Corpsum Gorillas. You will learn more of the combat tactics for each of 
these monsters from your combat instructors. Please turn to page 632 of 
your text now." 

Every student had their own copy of the Monstrum Factorum text, a 
gigantic tome with thick covers and elaborate giltwork on the binding. 
It contained every scientific fact known about monsters. Shae flipped 
the pages until she found the place. 

"Now, the Hellhounds prefer to hunt in small packs of 3 to 5, and avoid 
conflicts with larger groups. Their footprints leave a distinctive 
burning sulphurous odor, and they can be tracked to their lairs by-" 

Shae sighed quietly. She had already studied the material the night 
before, memorizing every fact and diagram. Like most of the chapters, 
the Hellhound section detailed how the monster would pursue and copulate 
with its prey, including full-color anatomical cutaways depicting the 
creature in penetration of a little girl. Sometimes the combat details 
seemed like an afterthought. 

Her gaze was drawn to the window again, attention slipping as Miss 
Mathers continued with her boring droning. Somewhere up there on the 
battlements, or in the training yard, Vhaine was patiently instructing 
his men. They were scheduled for unarmored combat again today, which 
meant he wouldn't be wearing his shirt. She stared out into the soft 
afternoon sunlight, losing herself in her daydreams. 

                                  ~*~                                     

Shae shivered as the cold night air flooded over her, breath swirling in 
brief misty clouds as she walked. When she had finally been given her 
first combat assignment, she had been thrilled, imagining some glorious 
battle in which her company drove off the monsters attacking another 
village. Nobody had told her that fighting was mostly about marching: 
marching here, then over there, then up the road, then to the next town, 
one foot in front of the other, without end. They had marched all day 
under orders, Vhaine sure that the monster pack they were chasing was 
headed towards the village at the end of this road, or there already. 
Shae had lost track of their names. Bramblethicket, Widefield, 
Forecopse, something-or-other. They were almost all the same: endless 
fields and cows and grubby farmers with their families. The one just 
ahead of them was named Redrock, but it would just have more fields and 
cows that didn't matter. What mattered was that, after several days, 
they were finally closing in on the creatures they had been sent to 
hunt. 

Maybe the marching was a blessing. The moonlit night was freezing, 
promising more icy roads in the days ahead. Her delicate mage's outfit, 
barely concealing the private bits of her slender body, did nothing for 
warmth. The cold metal pressed against her chest the her nipples poked 
at the hanging fabric. The tiny diamond belly button stud - a magical 
charm given as a good-luck gift from her friend Senna - was becoming an 
icy rock in her navel. She had to rely on the motion of her own body to 
keep from freezing. Normally she would use a Warmth spell, which would 
keep her and everyone around her quite comfortable, but Vhaine had said 
Org-reh mages were with the pack, and they would be able to sense any 
magic coming, so Shae and the other mages suffered in silence, trying to 
keep their teeth from chattering. 

She looked over at her friends. Five mages had been dispatched with the 
twenty soldiers; five little girls, practically naked, sent to fight and 
destroy the creatures which threatened the kingdom. Soira, Colette, 
Elsa, and herself were all classmates, and a younger girl named Catie 
from the next class down had also come along. They tried in vain to rub 
warmth into their arms as they walked at the rear of the column 

The column came to an abrupt halt. Shae could barely see past the men in 
front of her. It looked like there were Org-reh on the road. Nasty 
abominations, they towered upwards of twelve feet, with fleshy, muscular 
bodies and fat guts that spilled down over filthy rags and loincloths. 
Their weapons were little more than makeshift clubs composed of wagon 
axles and boat oars with nails hammered into them. They sneered and 
jeered at the company, and Shae could see what had made the men halt. 

Org-reh loved little girls. They liked to chase them. They liked to fuck 
them. Sometimes they threw them around for sport. They were creative in 
their cruelty. She could see that this group had armored themselves in 
their latest spoils. The Org had a haphazard collection of small, naked 
girls strapped against their legs and arms with leather bindings. Laying 
spread-eagled against each Org chest, tied at their wrists and legs, a 
young girl formed the breastplate of the human armor. 

Org-reh cocks were enormous affairs, with painful protrusions jutting 
out all along their two-foot shafts and a slight ring of backwards 
spikes near their meaty heads. The girls hanging from the Org chests as 
armor were impaled on their gigantic pricks, screaming and crying for 
help as the creatures laughed and bounced them playfully. Globby patches 
of dried semen were splattered over the girl's bodies, and a few had 
fresh fluid running down the insides of their thighs. It didn't help 
that Org-reh were almost perpetually erect, and could stay that way even 
after death. Even if Shae's company could cut them down, getting those 
girls off would be a bloody affair. 

An argument was taking place at the front of the column. Vhaine had 
ordered for archers, but they were telling him that they couldn't make 
the shots they needed in the dim light without also hitting the girls 
being used as armor. He whispered furiously, before beckoning Shae and 
the other mages to come up to the front. 

"Can...can you do anything about...that?" he growled, thrusting his 
finger down the road at the monsters who were still standing there, 
taunting the company. 

"Um, well we can't fireball them. And force blasts aren't exactly going 
to help. It would just turn them all to pulp. Uh...wind slices maybe? I 
don't think so." 

"We could cast a Delirium. That would confuse them, probably make them 
fight their own shadows," Senna suggested. 

It was a good suggestion. "Fine, cast a Delirium spell, then we'll come 
at them with the swords. But hurry!" 

Shae and the other mages quickly lined up, holding their staffs in front 
of them and chanting. Vhaine waited impatiently, sword out, hands 
shaking. One of the Org shouted a taunt at him, pointing at the 
screaming girl strapped to his chest, rubbing his hand lasciviously over 
her tits and making lewd gestures. 

A buzzing hum of coalesced magic was vibrating the air, audible even to 
the soldiers. The spell crackled with a tangible energy as the spell 
reached its crescendo. A wolf gave a long, lonely howl in the distance. 

Shae broke her concentration on the spell for a moment. Wait a 
second...a wolf? That meant- 

Roars filled the air. A force of monsters, Org and Ettu, appeared on the 
ridge above them, and snarling sounds came from a pack of creatures that 
sprinted out of the forest behind them. Vhaine had time to scream an 
order: "Circle formation! Protect the mag-" before a boulder slammed out 
of the darkness, crashing into him and carrying him out of sight, 
leaving a bloody smear on the ground. 

Shae screamed. Blood and fire filled the world. Two more soldiers went 
down in the blink of an eye, smashed by the rocks thrown by the Ettu. 
The rest worked their swords and bows, frantically trying to keep their 
formation. She let loose a fireball to fly at the ridge, and a wild 
explosion scorched the monsters there. A soldier swung his axe at a 
charging Org-reh, who thrust his stomach forward at the last second to 
plant the blow in the belly of the hysterical girl on his front. She 
screamed with agony, and the soldier has only a brief moment to goggle 
in horror before the Org-reh swept him aside with a mighty blow. 

Everything collapsed. Shae let loose one more bolt before a shadow 
leaped for her face and she had to duck. A unseen blow knocked the staff 
out of her hand and she fell backwards, trying to roll for distance. 
Grabbing her dagger from its sheath, she brandished it at the snarling 
shadows that circled her. One jumped at her shoulder, pitching her onto 
her side. She ducked and tumbled awkwardly, yelling desperately, and 
dropped her dagger. 

Vhaine was gone. She had seen Collette knocked down and pulled out of 
sight. Catie was shrieking in terror as an Ettu grabbed her roughly by 
one arm, lifting her high in the air to peer at her maliciously with 
both heads. She stood alone, the growling forms of wild dogs surrounding 
her. A massive weight crashed into her back, launching her forward to 
fall onto her stomach. 

Her mind whirled. Which spell to use? Were they Demon Dogs? Jackal 
Spawn? No, she caught a glimpse of a furry head in the torchlight: 
Rapewolves. A Frost Bomb would be easiest. She mouthed the words to a 
spell and tried to draw magic to form it before realizing she had lost 
her staff. A mage couldn't gather magical energy without a staff. Icy 
fear gripped her heart. 

She had to run. She frantically scrambled to her feet, pawing at the 
loose soil she couldn't see. Terror energized her muscles as her legs 
pounded the ground, and she had just barely got into a stride when a 
huge branch slammed her in the face, knocking her down again. 

Nothing in Shae's training had prepared her for this. She couldn't see 
in the dim moonlight. She was helpless without her staff. Her mind 
fractured into a thousand terrified fragments. Hiccuping hysterically, 
she crawled forward. She must be in the forest. Can't run in a forest. 
She shambled forward over the roots bit by bit. 

The howling of the beasts was close behind her. Snuffling and breathing 
sounds filled the air as the creatures moved in the darkness, sniffing 
for her scent. Branches and leaves rustled menacingly with the passage 
of heavy bodies. They lurked unseen as she stumbled forward blindly, 
closer by the second, guttural growls driving her onwards in a panic. 
"HRUUFFFFFF!" went the sound of a wet snort right by her ear, sending 
her tumbling in fear. A wolf had found her already. She scrambled around 
a tree, half-tripping over a root. His hot breath was on her back, 
teasing his frightened prey. A few steps more and he pitched into her 
from behind, knocking her forward onto her hands. She fell onto a slide 
of gravel, scraping her hands and face. Blood mixed with the tears 
flowing down her face as she sobbed. More breathing around her, the 
sounds of excited creatures moving in the dark. She rolled to her feet 
and ran, arms held in front of her face. Leaves and branches swept by 
her as she bolted in terror through the wood. The beasts called to each 
other with eager yelps and grunts, teasing the girl as her pursuers 
surrounded her. Teeth nipped playfully at her mage clothes, and a large, 
wet nose snuffled at her bottoms when she half-stumbled again. She ran 
for her life, with the moist breath of excited panting blowing over her 
legs and backside. 

The wind was almost knocked out of her when she smacked into something 
solid. She was up against a small cliff covered with roots and leaves. 
Reaching up, she grabbed a handful of thick fibers, and began to pull 
herself up. If she could just get away from the rapewolves, out of the 
forest, she could find her way to a town and get the components she 
needed to teleport back to the kingdom. She braced her feet and started 
climbing. A village would help her, and she could make another staff. 
Nobody would refuse aid to a mage. She just had to get away. She reached 
up and grabbed for another branch. 

Jaws gripped her ankle, clamping on and dragging the girl back down. A 
pent-up screamed ripped from her mouth just before a blow struck her on 
the side. She lost her grip. The wind was slammed out of her lungs as 
she tumbled and hit the ground, landing flat on her chest. Coughing 
raggedly, lying on her stomach, she reached out her hands to crawl 
forward, fighting for breath. 

Suddenly, two massive weights pinned her arms to the ground. Rotting, 
fetid breath filled her nostrils as the creature loomed over its catch, 
paws weighing her down, sniffing hungrily at her body. It lowered its 
head and ran its tongue up along her back, leaving a slimy trail along 
her spine, before licking the side of her face to taste her blood and 
tears. Shae cried and turned her face away. The creature growled at 
this, a primal, threatening hum that vibrated her body. 

She tried to remember her lessons about rapewolves, what they would do 
to a girl, but her mind spun out of control. She could feel them 
sniffing and licking her, more of the creatures running their tongues 
over her body, snuffling as they inspected their prize. A snout invaded 
her bottoms, pushing under the flimsy scrap of blue cloth, wet nose 
burying itself in her behind and smelling her flesh. A tongue lapped out 
to caress the tiny folds of her delicate pussy. Shae jumped, a warm 
shock spreading from her groin to the rest of her body. She pushed up 
and tried to scramble forward on her hands and knees, but the huge body 
of the rapewolf enveloped her, blocking movement. He lowered his head 
next to hers, rows of canine teeth rubbing her ear, and growled 
menacingly, letting her feel the rumbling threat. Shae huddled in 
frightened terror under the beast as warm fur brushed against her arms 
and back, the beast moving to straddle the girl while keeping her 
pinned. Something stiffed poked at her rump before pushing the flimsy 
scrap of dreamcloth aside and sliding up against her belly. Shae hung 
her head, looking down the length of her body, eyes bulging as she 
sighted the gigantic red wolfcock that was brushing back and forth 
against her pussylips. 

She had time to sob a single word, "No!", before the great beast pulled 
back, lining up its erect cock with the little girl's pussy, and shoved 
forward, splitting her open. A scream tore from her mouth as she was 
invaded, the giant girth of the creature penetrating her body. The 
wolves howled their carnal cry at the moon, matching her own cries. Her 
pelvis bucked back and forth roughly, slammed repeatedly as the rapewolf 
plunged into the 10-year-old girl with enthusiasm. She had been a 
virgin, but with the first powerful thrust, that was gone, battered 
away. Her pussy walls spasmed and she shook helplessly with the first 
feelings of stiff flesh pressing into her. The tingling in her bottom 
grew, mounting into a roaring wave that flooded outward, a tempest 
focused on the brutal invasion of her vagina. Panting and moaning, 
Shae's body betrayed her as her first orgasm quickly spread from head to 
toe, locking her muscles rigid as she buried her mouth in the dirt and 
screamed. 

The rapewolf's balls slapped against her legs as it rammed its prick in 
with a growl and stayed there, shoving Shae forward into the dirt. Flesh 
swelled up inside her, a painful growth that squeezed the walls of her 
cunt apart. Dimly, through the haze of orgasm, she remembered. 

Like normal dogs, a rapewolf could knot with their mate when 
penetrating. They had a unique feature though: there were numerous 
pseudo-appendages, not unlike tentacles, that emerged from the beast's 
belly when taking a mate. During copulation, they would wrap around her 
and bind her tightly to the beast's stomach, holding her in place with 
the rapewolf's penis locked inside her. The creature was free to move 
around, to run, even to fight, without much impediment, while the bitch 
stayed helplessly impaled. The soldiers had a lot of trouble fighting 
the wolves, since they could enter a village, rape any number of women, 
and then run away effortlessly with their knotted cocks still buried 
inside their victims. Rapewolves preferred quick raids when they hunted. 

The lesson - one of so many she had daydreamed through - suddenly came 
flooding back with firsthand clarity. Her pussy roared with fire as the 
giant cock vibrated inside it, held there by the thick knot of flesh. A 
warm wetness - not her own juices - flooded against the walls of her 
cunt. She could barely feel the small slimy things that gently wrapped 
around her thighs, her arms, her throat, until they suddenly pulled 
tight, restraining her against the furry body. She felt herself lifted 
off the ground, choking, as the rapewolf got up from its squat. The cord 
constricting her neck was cutting off her air, squeezing the muscles of 
her neck as she struggled to breath. She couldn't move her arms or legs 
or do anything other than watch the dark forest floor flow past beneath 
her. The trotting motion worked the wolf's penis around inside her, 
bumping her pussy walls, jolting her with a painful pleasure that came 
out in stifled gasps. The grip loosened slightly, allowing her to take a 
few ragged breaths. 

They were out of the forest and running across the field, the rapewolf's 
powerful body covering ground rapidly. Shae shrieked. Its cock, still 
locked inside her, pistoned back and forth with a rapid, agonizing 
rhythm as the creature sprinted across the open ground. Shae could feel 
the powerful interplay of the monsters muscles along her spine, working 
in time with the roaring penetration in her cunt, and she came again, 
the toes on her feet curling as they were held up against the beast's 
haunches. Warm wolf spunk squished around in her pussy and was forced up 
into her cervix with each bound, leaving a tingling, itching sensation 
deep inside that mounted with each jolt. 

They were crossing the battlefield. The dark, broken shapes of the men 
of the company passed across her vision. She flexed against the slimy 
limbs wrapped around her throat and tried to turn her head. Only horror 
greeted her. The Org-reh and Ettu were picking over their prey. Several 
of the Org still had the little girls strapped to them, their smooth 
pink bodies now sooty with the grime of battle. She spied more 
rapewolves, farther off, and at least one seemed to have prey. It was 
difficult to tell in the silvery light of the moon, but it seemed like 
there were small legs, human legs, pressed up against the beast's waist. 
It must have taken her on her back, knotting with her, before locking 
her face up against the furry stomach. She could barely make out the 
quiet sound of sobbing amidst the guttural snarls. One of her friends, 
captured just like she was. 

It was too much, straining to hold her head to the side, seeing only her 
dead and captured comrades, and the jutting, exposed cocks of the 
shorter monsters at her eye level. Her head flopped down and her 
strength gave out. She stopped straining against the bonds of the 
creature she was bound to. Maybe, she prayed to the gods, they would 
kill her quickly, but she knew deep down, from her half-remembered 
lessons, that that was not what was in store for her. Not at all. 

The Ettu were shouting in their black language, snarling over some 
matter she couldn't comprehend. Her rapewolf wandered the field slowly, 
sniffing the corpses, looking for any more meat to kill, or any more 
prey to take. Shae's vision swam with tears as she was confronted with 
the worst horror yet. 

The skull was smashed, blood smeared everywhere, helmet knocked off, but 
the face was unmistakable in the starlight: Vhaine. A shriek choked 
itself off in her throat, stillborn. She gagged and jerked her arms and 
legs. The tentacles gripped tighter around her throat as she struggled, 
strangling the girl. She closed her eyes again, shutting out the 
nightmare. 

A few more words between the Org-reh and the Ettu, followed by the 
unmistakable ripping sound as a portal was opened. It seemed the Org had 
brought their own mages. Shae looked to the side. A wind flowed rapidly, 
whooshing past her ears towards the portal, as it always did when there 
was a gate between the planes. The shimmering circle of darkness, 
bordered by the characteristic blue ribbon of magic, gave no hint where 
it led. Rapewolves were going through. She was going through. The beasts 
lined up and vanished, one by one, into the blackness that lay on the 
other side of that gate. Shae could only watch with desperate horror, 
mind and body paralyzed, as the gate drew closer and then enveloped her. 

Foul stench and stale, acrid air assaulted her the moment they crossed 
the threshold. Her eyes watered and her throat stung. She felt the 
silent thunderclap sensation of the portal closing behind her. Smooth 
stone crossed under her vision, like the deep insides of a cave. It was 
hard to make out anything else in the dim light, but her ears delivered 
a horror all their own. 

Screams and crying, moans, and gasps of pleasure mixed with the wet 
grunting sounds of large creatures that filled the space they were in. 
The beast carrying her jumped down a small rock shelf, and padded its 
way to a flattened rock. As her eyes adjusted, Shae realized she could 
only be in Gehenna: that smoky world that alternated between twisting 
labyrinths of dark caves and wide expanses. Many monsters made their 
home here, including rapewolves. This was their den. 

The rapewolf crouched down on the rock and loosened its tentacled grip 
on her, its knot finally going down, allowing her to slip off the 
monstrous cock with a slurp. Cum oozed from her pussy as she cowered 
prostrate on the stone. Looking around, she saw that she was in the 
center of a bowl, with shallow rocky shelves rising up in levels on all 
sides. Rapewolves lounged around, sleeping, watching, licking 
themselves, or playing with their bitches, little girls like herself 
they had captured. 

Her eyes whirled, searching frantically for an escape. There was nowhere 
to go. More wolves were already surrounding her, giant creatures of 
heavy fur and muscles that glared at her with carnal interest in their 
animal eyes. They had come to see the new bitch, and to have some fun. 
She screamed, a useless gesture, echoing off the rocks, joining the 
screams of the other girls already here. 

                                  ~*~                                     

Shae's rape seemed to never end. There was no day or night here, only an 
endless cycle of orgasm and terror. The wolves never let her go. They 
would hold her down if she struggled - even seemed to enjoy it more - 
before slamming their veiny dogcocks into her and pounding away. The 
little girl's pussy was unaccustomed even to human cock, but it was 
split wide with each invasion, a bulging lupine prick crammed in one 
painful inch at a time with each powerful thrust until the tiny hole was 
stuffed full. At the beginning she struggled and cowered, trying to 
close her legs and roll into a ball, but it never did any good. The 
rapewolves would pin her down and force her open, spreading the 
resisting legs until they could mount the girl. Sore throbbing spread 
through her legs and groin, and her pussy ached from the repeated stress 
of being stretched open by the massive girths. 

She was the freshest bitch, so they lined up to take turns, each one 
plunging into her, bringing her to a screaming orgasm and filling her 
with doggy cum before the next one began his fun. Sometimes they fought 
over her, minor power struggles played out with brief ferocity - these 
were the only minutes Shae got any rest at all - but more often they 
cooperated. They took her any way they pleased, using their jaws and 
legs to force her into position on her back or on her knees. When the 
one straddling her found her pussy and began thrusting, another would be 
waiting impatiently to enter her mouth. She would stretch her tired jaw 
around the latest prick shoved forcefully in her face, tonguing the head 
to try to lubricate it before it slammed into her throat. She quickly 
learned how to take the small, quick breaths she needed between each 
thrust, suppressing her crying so she could keep breathing and didn't 
pass out until the monster was done, shooting its jet of greasy cum down 
her throat or pulling out and putting it all over her face. 

If she resisted, they punished her, playing rough, nipping her ears, 
sometimes taking her three at a time. This was the worst of all. She 
could be held down onto the stomach of a rapewolf lying on its back, its 
cock knotted into her pussy. Another would lick her asshole, getting its 
slimy saliva all over, teasing her until the little crack puckered up 
involuntarily. Then the beast would mount her, shoving its prick into 
her behind. With one giant wolf prick in her pussy and another up her 
ass, Shae would scream until she thought she would burst. That's when 
the third would take her in the mouth, silencing her cries, thrusting in 
and out until she gagged and coughed on a flood of wolf spunk. 

A delirium set in as the endless mob of rapewolves fucked Shae into an 
incoherent frenzy. Every sense was blocked out save the rough, endless 
penetration of warm flesh into her body. Each time a new rapewolf 
mounted her, pushing her to the ground and ramming into her cunt, she 
was overwhelmed by the pounding sensation on her pussy walls. Her 
muscles would spasm on their own, squeezing the meaty girth inside her, 
coating it with a gush of her juices, and then her own orgasm would 
sweep her along unwillingly. The thrusting flesh would give a final push 
before swelling up and sending a fresh, warm jet of wolf jizz splashing 
up inside her, filling up her belly. Sometimes they would knot with her 
for fun, locking their quivering cocks deep inside and sending her over 
the edge into a continuous orgasm. Hot flashes of ecstasy ran like 
thunderbolts through her body as she arched her back and pushed her hips 
into the air. Whenever one of those giant shafts was knotted into her 
hole, she could feel the blood of the great beast throbbing inside her, 
joining with her own heartbeat, connecting the rapewolf and his little 
bitch. She would barely come down from one orgasm, when the primal 
thrumming of the bloody organ would transmit to her pussy walls, causing 
her to spasm and cum again. 

Exhaustion gave way to sleep, brief merciful stretches of 
unconsciousness that ended with fresh violation. Shae was always covered 
in vile, sticky cum, from head to toe. It gummed up her hair, tying it 
into snarls. If they entered her mouth, they expected her to swallow the 
foul load they left there. It was salty, thick, and made her gag. If she 
spit any out, they would punish her again, so she learned to fight her 
instincts and gulp it down. Terror quivered in her gut every time she 
did, remembering the Conversion effect that monster cum had. It was 
filled with chemicals and proteins that caused an acute adaptive effect. 
A body repeatedly exposed to monster cum would grow acclimated and 
change internally. 

The first effect was usually hormonal, greatly accelerating the sexual 
drive and lowering the inhibitions of the victim. Over time, if the cum 
was put in the pussy, or mouth, or absorbed into the body by any mucous 
membranes, the girl would come to crave more of it as if it were a drug. 
The cravings also improved the perception of both the monsters and their 
seed, causing the girl to enthusiastically desire more of both, and find 
the scent and taste more and more pleasing. The ejaculate of some 
monsters, like the Org-reh, also had additional effects, causing a 
girl's pussy to grow wider and tougher, naturally more able to take the 
inevitable beating from its mate's abusive phallus. Other monsters would 
cause their mates to grow bigger tits, larger mouths, wider hips. The 
genetic changes also sometimes rendered the girl fertile to the species, 
even if she wasn't already fertile to humans. Jackal Spawn and 
rapewolves were an example of these. They had been known to impregnate 
human victims as young as 3 years old. Those were just the known 
effects. Scholars were discovering new, radical changes that monster cum 
could cause in the human body all the time. 

The raw skin of her back chafed against the flat rock as another beast 
mounted her, lining up its erection and then slamming in 
unceremoniously. She spread her legs wide. She didn't cry anymore. There 
was no point. Her throat was dry and cracked. How long had she been 
here? Weeks? Months? Years? It didn't matter. There was only the cycle 
of fucking and orgasm, as her masters filled her up, again and again, 
bringing her to delirious ecstasy before leaving their cum in her or on 
her, wherever they pleased. 

The rapewolf finished, whining in pleasure as it filled her pussy, then 
licking her face before leaving her lying there alone. She had grown 
immune to the background noise of cries and weeping of other little 
girls. She had watched them, bowing to the desires of their masters, 
just like she did. Some of the newer bitches struggled. That was fun to 
watch. They were stupid. There was no point in a bitch struggling. 

She ran a hand over her bulging stomach as she lay on her back on the 
rock. Pregnant, again. Her second litter. Pregnancy was no respite from 
her duty to shiver and cum on the end of a rapewolf's cock whenever it 
wanted, but it still gave her pleasure. Soon her little ones would be 
born, more strength for the pack. For some reason, this thought made her 
smile. 

"Well well well. You're coming along very nicely, aren't you." 

Muscles ached in protest as Shae turned her head, spying a pair of 
pristine white slippers. She followed the legs upwards with her eyes 
uncomprehendingly. 

Garbed in an immaculate white dress with a silver necklace, the 
beautiful woman looked down at her with satisfaction. Her black hair 
seemed to shine even in the dim light, every strand perfectly in place. 
Shae's mind was flat, waiting only for the next rapewolf to come give 
her its attention, but a vague, distant echo of the person she had been 
recognized this woman. Hazy, disjointed thoughts sputtered across her 
consciousness. 

It came flooding back with a disorganized crash. Vhaine. Her company. 
Their defeat. She had been captured! 

A thirsty croak was all she could manage, reaching for the woman's feet 
with a shaking arm. She was rescued! The queen had sent her finest 
soldiers, led by Sheila d'Anzer, to rescue her! A brief flicker of hope, 
long extinguished, came into her dark world. 

Sheila stepped back in disgust as Shae reached out for her. Not a speck 
of filth or grime or soot dotted her garb anywhere. She wagged her 
finger back and forth condescendingly, giving Shae a malicious smile. 

"No, no dear, you're not going anywhere. You're right where I want you, 
and so are the rest of your pathetic little friends." 

Her mind whirled in confusion. She couldn't think. She was dreaming. 

Sheila crouched down to meet her gaze, just out of reach of Shae's 
grasping fingers. "That's right. Elsa has become a good little cumbucket 
for the Corpsum Gorillas, or what they have that serves as cum. Catie 
has become a breed mare for the Centaurum. Can you imagine that little 
7-year-old girl's pussy with horsecock buried in it night and day?" She 
tittered at the thought. 

"Collette is serving as an Arachma brood mother, and doing a very good 
job of it if I do say so myself. She laid over a thousand eggs in her 
last brood." 

Shae struggled to comprehend the words, fear gripping her vitals like an 
icy fist. 

"Soira, well, I thought she would be bound for the Ettu breeding pens 
but it turns out they didn't want her, so she was given up to a nest of 
Venoma Vines. Did you know that once those plants weave themselves into 
your flesh, your bodies are completely intertwined and interdependent? 
She's little more than an organ now, a tiny squealing appendage that the 
vines can fuck whenever it wants to pleasure itself. It's quite nice, 
don't you think? The Venoma can't masturbate like humans do. They need a 
gift from us" 

The shattered pieces of Shae's mind worked, trying to comprehend this. 
She swallowed, finding her voice at least. 

"You...help them? You help the monsters?" 

Sheila's lighthearted titter clashed with her terrifying words. "Of 
course! Do you think all those little portals that let the monsters into 
our world just get made on their own? Who taught the Org-reh their 
magic? Who first gave little girls to Arachma so they learned to use 
them instead of wildlife? Who taught the Suckbats to use human women as 
sows? It's inevitable, you know. Teleria is a walking husk, a corpse 
that hasn't died yet. Just one good shove, and it will fall over like a 
rotting log. I still haven't quite decided what to do with the queen 
though. She is thoroughly convinced that the magi have everything very 
well in hand. Do you think I should give her over to the Fiends? I hear 
the Abyss is lovely this time of year. Or maybe I should put her in a 
Fel Wyrm's nest. She'd make excellent breeding stock for a Draconid. A 
fate fit for a queen." The smiling face bent down to look in Shae's 
eyes. 

"How many mages has the kingdom lost? Do you know? How many lovely 
little breeding nests are there like this one?" 

She reached out to rub a white-gloved hand gently, almost lovingly, over 
Shae's bulging stomach. 

"It had to be little girls you know. Sweet, innocent, beautiful little 
fuckpuppets, with round bottoms and flat tummies. Had to be little 
girls, writhing on the ends of gigantic monster cocks, breeding their 
kind endlessly. The magic in your blood makes you the best choice." She 
withdrew her gloved hand, still a spotless white, with none of the filth 
or dried wolf cum on Shae's belly having rubbed onto it. 

"Why..." Shae managed to croak out. 

Sheila gave a peal of melodic laughter. The muscles of her slender 
throat clenched with mirth and her laugh echoed like a songbird off the 
dull walls of the den before being swallowed by the brooding atmosphere. 
Her hand waved a flippant gesture, and a portal opened beside her. 
Pebbles rolled and her dress swayed in the wind blowing towards the gap 
in reality. 

"Why? Oh little Shae, dearest. You can wonder all you want. Soon, so 
very soon, the 'why' won't matter at all. You're a bitch now." She gave 
a final smile as she stepped through the portal, and it collapsed behind 
her. 

                                  ~*~                                     

Time didn't exist, only the endless cycle of fucking her masters and 
bringing them pleasure, letting them flood her pussy with semen so she 
could bear their pups. There was no food or water here, but that didn't 
matter, because she had learned to drink the delicious cum of her mates 
whenever she needed sustenance. The young wolf she had found as she 
walked around the lair was lying contentedly on his side. His muscular 
body was mostly hidden by the bristling coat of white fur, but the thick 
red cock poking out from his groin gave away his vitality. She smiled, 
admiring his healthy form. He might even be from one of her own litters. 

Bitch took a deep breath before getting down on her hands and knees in 
front of him. The lair smelled wonderful, like a successful hunt, like a 
warm hole, the musky aroma of the pack filling the air with lazy 
contentment. There was wild screaming from down in the center of the 
den. The pack had brought back some fresh bitches, and they were all 
being trained together. Memories of her own training brought a smile to 
her face. 

She ran her hands along the rapewolf's flank, brushing fingers through 
his fur and feeling the bestial muscles play under her fingers. He 
sniffed and licked her face, enjoying the attention, tail thumping 
happily on the ground. She took his pointed cock in her hand, gently 
fondling it, admiring how the veiny flesh stiffened and firmed for her. 
She wet her tongue with saliva then began licking his prick up and 
down, gently coaxing him erect, relishing the salty taste filled her 
mouth. The organ was a good three inches wide when she was done and the 
slanted head was beginning to bubble with precum. Once, she probably 
would not have been able to get a prick this wide into her mouth, but 
she was a good Bitch, and had learned well. 

She stretched her jaw, fitting the phallus into her mouth, and began 
sucking. The rapewolf seemed content to nuzzle and lick her bottom, 
which she thrust higher into the air to give him more room. Her pussy 
lips were tingling already, the stimulation sending prickling sensations 
all over her body. A good Bitch could come whenever her mate wanted it, 
and she was a good Bitch. Once, she couldn't have always come when she 
was with a mate, but that was when she was still being trained. 

Taking brief gasps through her nose, she worked the veiny flesh deeper 
into her throat, sucking and slurping. She used her hands for the parts 
that she couldn't get in her mouth, running her fingers gently from the 
wolf's testicles up the shaft to where her lips were wrapped around it. 
He was young and healthy, and it only took a few minutes before several 
shots of rich jizz squirted into her mouth. She kept working, using her 
tongue to massage him until he was done, then swallowed the thick juice 
with a gulp. It was both salty and sweet, and she relished the sticky 
thickness as it ran down her throat. She tongued the shaft up and down, 
cleaning up the few drops of cum she had missed. Her mate was licking 
her pussy ferociously, raspy tongue running over her delicate pussy 
lips, and she came with a thunderous shock, flipping her head up and 
arching her back with a wild "oooooOOOHH" when his probing tongue 
finally worked its way to the insides of her pussy. 

She cuddled with her mate, curling up against his belly, letting the 
warm fur cover her as she felt his heartbeat against her back. Slowly, 
she traced her hand down the front of her body and over her tummy, 
admiring her form, before caressing the deflated cock grazing against 
her bottom. She was still trim and fit, with pretty pink nipples and a 
tightly muscled tummy. She had borne several litters for the pack but 
her body didn't show it, keeping the sexy form of a little 10-year-old 
girl. Every wolf in the den would still choose her as a bitch. 

She got up to continue around the den, looking for another mate. The 
crying continued from the training area down below, somewhat muffled, 
and Bitch could see that one of the noisiest new bitches had been 
quieted by the giant rapewolf cock that plugged her mouth. She watched 
the training with pride as the virile beasts mated with the newest 
members of the pack over and over, taking turns filling up each hole of 
their new toys with spunky cum. It had been a good hunt, and the pack 
was happy, and that made Bitch happy. She smiled. 

                                  ~*~                                     

The musky aroma filled the lair with its signal. The pack was restless. 
It was time for another hunt. They had increased their numbers, and they 
needed more bitches, more meat. Their den was getting too small. 

Bitch had hunted before, of course, helping the pack get prey. She would 
bend down, letting one of her masters mount her, and then he would knot 
with her and wrap her body with the tentacles on his stomach before 
racing through the portal to the world on the other side. They had taken 
lonely travellers, caravans of unprotected merchants, and isolated 
farmhouses, each girl adding to the bitches the pack could use for 
breeding. Hunting was a continuous orgasm as her mate's cock thundered 
in her pussy, muscled flesh connected with her own as they sprinted 
across fields, forests, and streams, sniffing out the trails of their 
prey. 

Once, they had taken an entire village. The pack had dropped her off 
near the outskirts, and she had approached the human town, weeping, and 
yelling, with a sob story about monsters in the hills that had attacked 
her family and raped her. Monsters were a serious matter, and the men of 
the town had armed themselves and marched out and drive them away. Bitch 
had played her part of the terrified little girl perfectly, accepting 
the blanket the women of the town threw around her. It had been hard not 
to smile as she thought about how her pack was tearing the men apart in 
the forest. She kept up the charade and dribbled out tiny bits of 
fiction to keep the women occupied until her pack had come thundering 
into the village a short time later, raping the town, taking whichever 
bitches they wanted. 

Tonight was different though. It was a patrol, with mages. The pack was 
running with some Org-reh, nasty creatures that smelled awful, but as 
long as they could help get more bitches, the pack was content. They 
were going to hit the village, hoping to draw the patrol into an ambush. 

Bitch's mate dropped her off into the bushes outside a farmhouse, her 
orgasm subsiding as the rapewolf pulled out of her with a slurp and left 
her on the ground. She scrambled over to the door and rapped on it. 

"Ey, who is it, banging on my door in the night?" called a twangy 
woman's voice. 

"Ma'am, please," squeaked Bitch in her best little-girl voice. "Monsters 
were seen near the village. The constable says we need to evacuate and 
get the women and children from the houses behind the palisade where 
they'll be safe." 

The door cracked open. "Evacuate? Whats'it? Constable say'n we should 
come to the village?" 

"Yes Ma'am. He's afraid the monsters will attack the houses out here. He 
says you should get to the village before it's too late." 

The door opened the rest of the way, spilling warm firelight out into 
the night. "Well why didn'a ya say so? We'll come on right quick, but I 
have to tend to-" the woman's voice cracked to a halt, not expecting to 
see a naked, sweating 10-year-old girl, with a thick trickle of cum 
running from her pussy down her legs. It was too late. Bitch's mates 
slammed through the doorway, knocking the woman over. Bitch saw two 
little girls, no older than 7 or 8, huddled in flannel nightgowns in the 
corner, screaming as the room filled with monsters from their 
nightmares. A rapewolf already hovered over the woman, a buxom mother in 
threadbare nightclothes, snapping at her face to force her into 
submission. Two others were already advancing on the frightened girls, 
who hugged each other in terror. 

Bitch smiled. A mother and her two daughters. They would make very good 
bitches. The pack would be happy. 

The fight was already on when her pack had worked through more 
farmhouses and reached the village proper. Several of the walls of the 
palisade had been blown over, and many of the buildings inside were 
already burning. The ambush must not have gone as planned. 

Bitch slunk along the backsides of the buildings with her mates, 
sniffing the smoky air. Org-reh were mopping up armed men in the main 
road, but explosions on the east side showed that some of the mages were 
still alive and fighting. As she moved in that direction, her body 
tingled with a peculiar resonance she hadn't felt in many years. 
Somebody was channeling a magical aura nearby, a powerful one. Creeping 
forward, she came to a low-roofed wooden building, with a corner of the 
thatch just beginning to smoke. The aura was inside. 

Peeking inside the door, Bitch saw the last moments of a fight. A 
brilliant yellow lens stretched through the air in pulsing waves, apex 
centered on the outstretched staff of a tiny, girlish figure. Using the 
barrier as a shield, the girl hurled a firebolt at the massive Org-reh 
menacing her, blasting open his stomach and sending him flying 
backwards. The room was filling with smoke, but by the flowing light of 
the spell, Bitch could make out the face of an old friend she had never 
expected to see again: Senna. 

She could smell her pack already surrounding the building. Bitch crept 
inside, slinking through the shadows toward her old friend at the far 
end. Senna's breath was racing with exertion, chest heaving up and down. 
She was wounded and bleeding from several cuts to her stomach, and 
judging by the row of deep bite marks and bruises on her shoulder, 
something nasty had picked her up and flung her. Not much was left of 
her mage garb: the tiara was missing, her one remaining slipper was in 
tatters, and her top was almost gone completely. The frame was twisted 
where the thin arms of metal had been violently wrenched off. Bitch 
considered her terrified, half-naked friend. 

"Hi Senna." 

She leaped around with a startled squeak. "Shae?!" cried Senna, cowering 
behind the shielding force field that flowed from her outstretched 
staff. "What...how? We thought you were dead!" 

Bitch hid her feral expression with a grin as she advanced. "Nope, not 
dead." Senna's erect nipples poked from her chest, working up and down 
with the frantic, terrified breathing. Her long hair hung in frazzled 
disarray, framing the tear-stained face. She backed into the corner, 
huddling behind her magical protection. 

Fire was spreading through the room, catching on the ceiling and walls 
and filling the room with flickering orange light. Bitch could smell her 
friend through the smoke: her tears, her blood, her fear. The aromas 
mixed with the sweet scent of her pussy, the fresh, clean whiff of a 
little girl wafting from behind the tiny hanging scrap of dreamcloth. 
Bitch licked her lips. 

"Your company was ambushed at Redrock! They said you were all killed!" 
Senna's eyes wobbled in frightened terror, taking in Shae's nude body, 
slick with sweat and sticky cum drying on her legs. 

Bitch gave a wide smile. "Not Shae. Bitch." 

A brief mental tug was all that was needed to unleash her last spell, 
the one she had left stored for so long in the tiny magic diamond stud 
in her belly button. She remembered she had been foolishly saving it, 
keeping it for that one perfect opportunity to escape. Why had she ever 
wanted to escape? 

The wave of force slammed outward in all directions, smashing the 
bookcase, blasting the burning table over, and pitching Senna against 
the wall. Her staff was blown from her hands. Senna hung there for a 
moment, stunned, and her shield dropped. 

The rapewolves wasted no time. They leaped into the building, coming 
through the blasted doors and broken windows, and advanced on the girl, 
pushing her down into the corner and overwhelming her, ripping off the 
remaining scraps of pitiful uniform that marked her as a mage. Senna 
screamed and scrabbled frantically at the wall, but one of the 
rapewolves pinned her onto her back and used its tentacles to grab her 
squirming arms when she tried to push him away. It straddled the wailing girl 
and rammed itself into her pussy. Another squatted over her face and 
buried its wolf prick into her mouth, muffling her terrified cries. 

Pleasure washed over Bitch as she watched the rapewolves take turns 
violating her old friend, penetrating the little girl's wet holes and 
flooding them with cum before letting her up again. Senna would crawl 
across the floor, sobbing with some delirious notion that she could get 
away, before they pounced again. 

How could it be any different? Sheila d'Anzer had been right. This was 
the only way. A world that relied on little girls to protect them from 
big monsters could never survive. Better to surrender, to offer up your 
pussy to the overwhelming domination of the monsters, to be filled up 
with their cum in every hole you could offer, to be used. That was 
ecstasy. The monsters could cull the weak from this world, then take 
their rightful mates from the women and girls that remained, as they 
chose. 

A wolf pushed against her arm from behind, raising it up as he brushed 
up against her naked body. He was panting, enjoying the show as a new 
bitch was taught her place. She ran her fingers through his warm fur and 
scratched him behind the ears. When he whined and licked her thighs, 
Bitch sighed contentedly, before getting down onto her knees. Her own 
work was never done, but she loved it. The giant animal mounted her, 
lining up and eagerly thrusting his erect cock into her slit, tearing a 
gasp from deep in her throat. The rapewolf worked his thick fuckmeat in 
and out, and her moans of pleasure joined the terrified screams of her 
friend. 

She could smell the scent of the pack - they were all in agreement. 
There was fine prey in this area, and they had found a large cavern 
nearby that would serve as a den. They could train their new bitches and 
increase the pack's numbers. The hunting in the forest was excellent, 
and the roads would be a pleasurable source of new bitches and prey. 
Maybe the kingdom would even make a show of sending another company of 
mages at them, allowing for some good sport. Bitch smiled, remembering 
the day she was taken, her exquisite terror transformed into consummate 
pleasure as the rapewolves trained her to know her place. 

She belonged to the pack now, and that was all she wanted. Her toes 
curled and she screamed in orgasm as the rapewolf slammed into her a 
final time, giant knot swelling in her pussy, locking her to him as he 
flooded her with thick wolf cum. Then he picked her up, holding her 
naked body up to the hot fur of his belly, and they leaped out from the 
smoldering building into the cool air of the night. 

It was time to hunt. 

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