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Subject: {ASSM} Monstrum: Submission - Part 2 (Mg+, gg, bd, best, bi, inc, magic, nc, oral, ped, preg, rape, reluc, viol)
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Monstrum: Submission - Part 2

By WintermuteX
wintermutex.stories@gmail.com
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Wintermutex/www/

Previous stories:
Monstrum: Bitch
Monstrum: Broodmother
Monstrum: Filly

Tags:
Mg+, gg, bd, best, bi, inc, magic, nc, oral, ped, preg, rape, reluc,
viol

Content:
Rape, Monster Rape, Sexual Slavery, Young Girls, Incest, Lesbian,
Magic/Fantasy, Gore, Violence, Bondage, Pedophilia, Pregnancy

                                  ~*~

Allie squinted against the glare, her eyes burning painfully as she
scanned the path ahead for threats. The trail snaked along dusty slopes
before passing out of sight over the hill. Nothing. Just more dust,
swirling up from the dry ground in brief spirals.

Sweat beaded her forehead and dripped into her eyes. She wiped away the
sting. Sometimes a skimpy mage's uniform had advantages. The summer days
were marked by a sweltering sun that beat down mercilessly and baked the
sere land around Rockford, but the breeze passing over her skin made it
tolerable. It would have been a lot worse if she were wearing the cotton
clothes common to peasants, or armor. Leather stunk when you sweated in
it all day.

"We'll rest when we get to the other side," Allie said. Katy nodded,
sitting in front of her sister in the saddle, her naked back pressed up
against Allie's chest. Katy had the reins, guiding the tired horse as it
plodded up the hill. She was getting a lot better, Allie had to admit.
She didn't veer to the side in a canter anymore, and didn't annoy poor
Cedric as much by overusing the reins to steer. Her little sister was
sweating just as much as she was in the heat, but Allie didn't mind. Her
arms hung loosely around her sister's stomach, gliding on the slick skin
with the motion of the horse's gait. Katy was solid, tangible, a warm
comfort in Allie's arms, the last good thing she had in the world.

They had long since sold Katy's horse for food, scraping by with meager
meals and supplies as they took turns riding the aging chestnut on the
long road out to the hill country. Rockford was their last lead, the
last place Allie could hope to find more information about the woman in
white who seemed connected to the monsters somehow. The nuns at the
temple would know something. They would have seen something. Allie was
sure of it. She hugged her sister tighter against her stomach for
comfort. The House of Anzer was well-connected, and a noblewoman always
caused gossip wherever they went. Someone would know something. They had
to.

She scanned the trail again, driven by paranoid habit. The pines had
given way to mesquite and scattered stands of bushes and yucca as they
approached the dry region. Her wards were in place, as many as she had
the strength to maintain: Org and Ettu, Fiendfoxes, Vile Buzzards. They
were the most common out here and her magic would warn her if any of
those creatures came close, but wards conflicted with each other and
were difficult to maintain. Running two was much more than twice as hard
as running one, and having three was well beyond the ability of most
mages. Even Allie struggled with four. The nature of the magic involved
was always specific, and each ward would only detect one kind of
monster. But there was a lot more to fear out here: Arachma could be
lurking in the trees or tunnels under their feet. Crags lived in the
solid rock, mouths camouflaged until they could snare an unsuspecting
girl with whip-like tongues and pull her inside. Goliaths and Minotaurum
and Yeta could be disastrous if they caught you in the open. Allie
scrutinized each bush, each rock, each crack in the ground. Wards made
stupid mages overconfident. There was no substitute for your own eyes
and ears.

She tasted the iron tang on the breeze even before they saw the bodies
in the clearing ahead. Blood and steel and death. She nudged her sister,
and Katy pulled the reins to halt Cedric. The girls dismounted and Allie
surveyed the area warily, staff gripped tightly in her hands.

"Stay behind me." Allie approached the open area cautiously, Katy
trailing behind, leading the horse by the reins. The armored bodies were
scattered about, still, arms and legs splayed at awkward angles. Allie
counted twelve soldiers, a full complement. The ground was a chaos of
bootprints, speckled with dried blood and discarded weapons, some
snapped into pieces. Something had taken them by surprise. Not a war
party, or the bodies would have been hacked apart by conventional
blades. Instead the men's necks were twisted, limbs broken as if they
had been choked and thrown.

A trail of blood led out of the clearing until it reached a line of
thickets. Whatever it was, something had survived. No matter. They
couldn't stay here. It was too dangerous. Allie felt the power thrumming
under her fingertips, but she still didn't want to face whatever had
done this if it decided to come back.

"Hey! Allie!" Katy was bent over a crumpled body. Allie hurried over.
The soldier was a young man, a boy rather, probably no more than 18,
with curly black hair and a leather breastplate. Twin trails of dried
blood ran from his nose.

"He's still alive Allie," Katy said. "But he's hurt." The soldier
groaned, eyes fluttering, trying lamely to twist from his side onto his
back.

Allie surveyed him with a suspicious stare. "Leave him."

"But Allie-"

"Come on. We can't stay here." She grabbed her sister's wrist.

"Maybe we can help-"

"I said LEAVE HIM." Allie whirled around, knuckles whitening on her
staff in anger. She would make Katy listen. She would drag her to the
horse. She would truss her up and tie her onto the saddle if she had to.
She would do whatever she had to to keep her sister safe.

Katy stood there, a wounded expression on her face, shoulders shaking
and green eyes filling with tears. The anger died as swiftly as it had
come, replaced by pangs of guilt that gnawed their way up her chest. Red
welts ringed her little sister's wrist when she let go.

Allie hated herself, hated the angry spike of bitterness that had wedged
itself deep inside her. Her instincts screamed at her to flee, telling
her that the threat could still be lurking nearby, that no one could be
trusted, that it wasn't safe to linger in the wild. She never would have
left someone behind before, back when people called her Alinayah with
respect instead of derision.

"Kat I'm sorry." She rubbed her sister's shoulders, trying to calm the
tears. "Of course we'll help him. Here, let's get him on his back."

Allie pulled off the helmet, revealing a handsome face with dark eyes
and a tangle of black curls. He was much heavier than he looked,
wide-shouldered and muscular. The girls pushed until he thumped onto his
back with a pained grunt. Allie got her knife from the saddlebags and
cut away the bloodied tabard that covered his chestpiece, then loosened
the buckles underneath until she could pull the studded breastplate off.

"Uhhhh, ummmhhhgggh". The soldier groaned wordlessly, then his eyes flew
open in shock when Allie touched the ragged wound on his chest.

"AGH, GERROF ME!" The boy swung a fist clumsily and scrambled backwards,
legs kicking the dirt until he bumped into a rock. His eyes bulged with
fright as he took in the battlefield, the blood, his dead comrades and
the two half-naked little girls who had been hovering over him.

"Oh....oh." Comprehension dawned slowly on his face.

"Calm down, Let me see this." Allie said.

"Don't touch me!" The boy winced and he batted Allie's hand away
reflexively when she touched the gash.

"Don't be stupid", Allie admonished him. "We can help." She briefly
contemplated holding him down with bands of air, but that would just
cause more problems than it solved.

The boy stuttered, hand clutched over his chest protectively. He looked
down and seemed to realize for the first time that his armor was gone
and he was wounded. He fingered the gunks of dried blood in a daze.

"Ah well, I guess..." he mumbled. Allie crouched down again before the
idiot could protest any more, fingering the purple bruises that
blossomed in a dozen places on his chest and the bloody gouge that
curved under his pectoral.

"Lucky. It missed your heart and glanced off your ribcage," Allie said.
"Does this hurt?"

He winced when she pressed on the end of the wound. "A bit...but not too
bad."

"Didn't even nick a rib. You'll live. The scar will be huge though." She
traced the line of torn flesh. "I don't have anything to clean it with,
or a needle and thread, but I can heal you. Hold still."

She had barely reached out for the web of invisible strands when the
soldier pushed her away and staggered to his feet.

"No!. I'm fine!" He doubled over coughing and spit out a hunk of
something ghastly. "See, fine. Feel better already. It'll heal by itself
I'm sure."

He withered under the Allie's piercing frown. "I mean, I appreciate it
and all, very nice you see, always did like Mages, how you rip nature
apart and float on air and bring the dead back to life and all. Just
wonderful, it is." He ceased babbling long enough to devolve into
another paroxysm.

"Great stuff all told. Magic." He wheezed. "Topplin' walls, pullin' fire
down from the sky. Saw a mage make a cow explode from half a mile away.
Burst it like a rott'n meat pie she did. Grand." He flashed an
unconvincing smile. "Jus'n sometime a man want to keep his body true, ya
understand. Let nature run the natural course. Not that magic be
unnatural, no ma'am. Nothin' like so. Marvelous, ya see. And Mages too,
quite right. An honorable profession. Still, sometimes a man feel he
ought to let the gods toss the coin in their own right rather than
rush'n things along overmuch." He was staring at Allie nervously.

Allie threw her hands up helplessly. Superstition, the refuge of
imbeciles and simpletons and bumbling hicks from squalid dirt farms at
the edge of the kingdom. He was probably all three.

"Fine, whatever. Bleed all over, I don't care," Allie fumed as she
prepared a tirade, but Katy stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

"What's your name?" Katy asked the boy.

"My name, little g- uh, miss mage, sir, ma'am. It's Jarret." He kept
staring at Allie, as if mesmerized by the sweaty half-naked girl.

Katy smiled in that disarming way she always had. "That's a good name.
The gods must have smiled on it today. Don't worry. My sister Allie can
keep us safe. It's too bad about your friends though. What happened to
them?"

"Oh, well, ya see..." Jarret looked around at the twisted bodies. "We
was stationed at Rockford, holdin' off the Yeta and their nasty little
Minotaurum friends. Good stone walls, fine and high. Plenty of men.
Plenty of nice women too. The appreciative sort. Easy duty." He blushed
in sudden embarrassment when he looked back at Allie. "Was grand right
up until the Arachma came up outta the wells. Never seen so many of the
bastards in me life. Dries up in summer, this place does. Probably let
them tunnel wherever they pleased."

He filled in the awkward pause with another coughing fit, then went on.
"Anyhow, they hit us from behind and then the Yeta came through the
walls. Probably not much left now. Except the women, and the girls. You
know what they do to them. Saw them hold a sweet little thing down in
the street and..."

He shooked his head to dispel the vision. "We got out. Barely. Figured
we'd make for the motte past the river, report to the colonel. Only,
well, they hit us on the road."

Allie tried to keep her head clear, tried not to focus on what the girls
were experiencing right now. Picked up by furry Yeta hands and stuffed
with their colossal pricks, webbed and held tight as man-sized spiders
curled their legs around them, probed and threaded their cunts with
needle-like organs that swelled up and filled their wombs with syrupy
fluid ripe with the thousands of eggs that would grow in their belly.
Bouncing, twisting, struggling until the rising tide of pleasure boiled
their flesh into a frenzy and swept everything else away-

No. Allie slammed the door shut and threw the iron bolts and kicked the
cravings back into the dark abyss where they belonged. It was becoming
harder and harder, like plugging the holes in a dam with her fingers,
the waters behind swelling with dark appetites that lurked in their
depths. They beckoned, begged, drew her inexorably in bit by bit,
tantalizing with their proximity. They were just over the hill, the
fulfillment of her need, a pounding cock in her pussy and warm cum
dribbling down her throat, every cell of her body vibrating as they
drowned in an ocean of ecstasy.

Someone pulled her hand worriedly. Allie looked down, and found twin
anchors in the green eyes of her little sister.

She rubbed her forehead, trying to collect herself. She just had to hold
it together a little longer. If she couldn't find the lady in white,
couldn't stop the monsters, then she'd take Katy as far away as she
could, far enough to be safe. And after that, well, after that it didn't
matter what happened to her.

"Do you know the temple, the one up on the bluff?" She asked. "Did they
take that too?"

"Well um...last I saw, them Arachma, they was packin' up some of the
girls and hauling them inside. Quite a few actually. I didn't see any of
the nuns come out. Seemed to be covering it with webs too, by the time
we was headin' up the road."

She wanted to scream. She wanted to blast something with lightning.
Instead she just sat down on a rock and held her head in her hands.

"I'm right sorry miss. Wish'n we coulda done more." Jarret frowned
nervously and picked at his belt loops.

"Allie it's ok." Her sister's tiny arms wrapped around her shoulders and
pull her into a hug. "Hang in there. Take a deep breath. You'll feel
better," Katy whispered.

Allie took a deep breath. Then another, and let it out. She did feel
better. Sometimes she wasn't sure if it was her little sister's magic or
just her ineffable cheery disposition, but being close to Katy always
helped calm the storms that raged inside her.

"Thanks Kat." Allie hugged her back, burying her nose in the brown hair
and inhaling the odors of her little sister's body. Sweat and dirt, sure
- they hadn't bathed in a week - but also the familiar scent of the
little girl she had shared so much with growing up.

"Beggin' yer pardon sirs, uh, ma'ams," Jarret interrupted. "But if'n yer
not fixin to move down to Rockford and squish some monsters, and I don't
rightly recommend that ya do, might I be suggestin' that you come up to
the motte with me. The colonel would fall all over hisself to have a
mage. Ours were all reassigned, or back there" - he nodded down the
slopes - "and I think it would be right good for morel, uh, morals,
whatever you call em, if they could feel safer with a mage to help guard
the place."

"We can do that, can't we Allie?" Katy flashed her a hopeful grin.
"They'll probably be so happy to see you that they'll throw a feast."

Allie sighed inwardly. Greeting Feasts hadn't been on the menu for a
long time, but she was quite certain the men would be very happy to see
her. Her little sister too. She knew how to fend off soldiers though. It
was a better idea than laying down to die in this gods-forsaken
clearing.

"Fine. You won't be able to walk though, Jarret. Even with a staff
you'll be too slow. We'll put you on the horse."

"Right appreciate it ma'am," Jarret smiled. "I think your sister's
right. Was a blessing for you to come along at just the right time."

She helped him with the stirrup until he was able to vault up and settle
on the saddle, trying in vain to hide the wince when Cedric began to
walk. He would have to get stitches sooner or later. She led the aging
chestnut by the reins back past the fork in the dusty trail, following
Jarret's direction when he pointed to the path that led north to the
river.

The sun burned a hole in the blue sky overhead, baking the cracked earth
until the air shimmered in waves over the road ahead. It widened and
turned to loose gravel, rocks burning like angry coals underfoot, poking
through the soft material of the girl's slippers. Allie's feet hurt, and
the sweltering heat was beginning to make her dizzy. She took a swig
from their waterskin and passed it around, then mentally checked her
wards again. She could have cooled them all with magic, but only at the
cost of maintaining some of her wards. Such spells were difficult to
maintain for long anyway and she would stand out like a beacon to any
other magic users. Better to be safe than comfortable.

She dropped back slightly, shielding her eyes from the sun as she
scanned the ridges on either side for enemies. Katy fell behind Cedric
to walk beside her.

"So what do you think?" Katy whispered.

"What do I think about what?"

"You know..." Katy gestured with her head at Jarret.

"No Kat, I don't know."

Katy huffed, annoyed at the apparent thickness of her big sister.

"You know, I mean come on. Admit it. He's kind of cute. "

Allie rolled her eyes. Jarret was watching the horizon, hunched in pain,
letting Cedric guide himself down the path.

"Uh huh, sure," she said dryly, then jumped when Katy poked her in the
arm.

"Come on Allie. Didn't you see how he looked at you?"

"I remember him yelling at me not to touch him."

"And then he was nervous as hell and tripped over every third word
whenever he talked to you. You're kind of blind sometimes. Just look."

Ok. She looked. Sure, he had that sort of muscular look, biceps curving
nicely from the heavy work of his profession. A square jaw, stubbled
just the right amount, curly black hair that bounced around his neck in
time with the horse's gait. That was sorta alright. And she had always
loved blue eyes. But still..."

He looked back, and her mind almost froze in self-conscious panic. She
was sweaty, probably filthy. She hadn't brushed her hair in gods knew
how long. All she had to cover herself were the flimsy scraps that hung
loosely over her nipples and pussy. She was used to being looked at,
even leered at. She knew how to please a man no matter which hole he
wanted to use - her father had taught his daughters early. But she felt
the flush rising in her throat, despite the heat. He looked away.

"Ok, yeah, I guess he's kind of cute."

"Told you. Don't act so high and mighty. You're not superhuman. You keep
pushing and you'll push yourself too hard and forget who you are. I
mean, you're 14. Remember how Kara acted when she was 14?"

Allie smiled. She remembered. Kara thought she was way too sophisticated
for her little sisters when she was Allie's age. She chased a new boy
practically every week, so Allie and Katy had rubbed the hem of her
summer dress with meat sauce and collared the randiest dogs from the
kennel in town. They let them loose near the village shops right as she
was chatting with her latest crush, and the sight of her fleeing down
the cobbled street with five dogs all trying to nip her dress off and
hump her legs was the highlight of the entire summer. Kara hadn't spoken
to them for months after that.

"Ok Kat, point taken."

"Hey I'm just saying Allie. Think about it. Besides, it might, you know,
help."

They walked in silence for a moment before Katy chimed in again.
"Because he is pretty cute. He has nice earlobes."

Allie gaped as her sister walked back up front near the horse. He had
nice EARLOBES? Katy made absolutely no sense sometimes.

The trail snaked around the dry hillsides, leading them on a meandering
circuit through the intersection of three hills. Allie passed time by
counting the puffs of dust that bloomed under Cedric's hooves. Shield
your eyes, scan the horizon. Wards intact. One-two-three-four,
one-two-three-four, quartets of brown mushrooms that dissolved in the
breeze. At least the horse could still walk. He was old. Scan the
horizon. Check your wards. Listen. One-two-three-four. Scan. Raise the
earth for protection, there, if attacked. Discs of air on the flat
hillside if anyone crested the horizon. Lightning for distant attackers,
fire for close. Get Katy between you and the horse. One-two-three-four.
Don't forget to watch the sky.

They walked in monotonous silence for miles. Allie's alert routine was a
habit she performed without thinking, behavior ingrained so deep at this
point she would probably never be able to get it out. Some parts of the
Mage's training were still excellent, at least. Her brain surveyed and
categorized, mentally preparing for the ambush that lurked at every turn
in the road, under every bush, plotting contingencies and scrutinizing
each circumstance for any advantage, no matter how tiny. It was a large
part of why her company had survived so many ambushes, back when she had
a company. She taught them how to be prepared and they looked up to her.
Idiots.

Katy looked back at her lingering in the rear, probably thinking she was
brooding. She was though. Her sister was right: Allie pushed herself too
hard. Her Mother and Father had been left behind long ago. They hadn't
seen Kara in years. Allie should have done more. Maybe she could have
kept things together if she were stronger, if she had trained harder,
but she knew that wasn't fair. She couldn't fix the past. It wouldn't
happen to Katy though, Allie wouldn't let it.

And so she drove herself like an animal from dawn to dusk. She bought or
stole their provisions or paid in other ways. She fought when they had
to, but mostly she ran. She taught her sister magic and how to protect
herself with a weapon and and made sure she ate, and bathed, and
exercised well so she could be faster than most things that would chase
a little girl. And that was the whole of her life, the spur that took
every waking moment. 14. Her birthday had passed a month back. She
should be chasing boys like Kara had, and helping on the farm, and
spending the summer days climbing trees and swimming and running through
the wide fields around her hometown until she flopped onto the grass and
picked wildflowers while looking at the clouds. That's what a girl
should be doing, not plodding along a withered trail in tired
desperation, trying to save the world.

Katy took her hand and walked beside her wordlessly. Just Kat, being
Kat, always sensing the perfect time when comfort was needed. Allie
squeezed her hand appreciatively.

So maybe she could let go, just a little. Jarret was a bumpkin, but
maybe he'd agree to come with them. He did seem pretty nice, in a
fumbling way. She wouldn't mind. Maybe they could talk about where they
grew up, or anything, anything other than soldiering stories involving
more monsters. The thought was nice, the first nice one she had had in a
long time, a little crack of light that defied the gloom and worry in
her mind. She'd stitch up his chest if he didn't like magic, and then
he'd see she wasn't so scary. He'd come with them. They only had two
bedrolls but maybe they could find another one, or share...

"Hey Allie." She jumped. Distracted, she hadn't been scanning, hadn't
been watching the road. They had come to a wide overlook and Katy was
walking up to peer out over the gorge that meandered down out of the
hills to join the river. The rock opened up on this side, giving them a
wide view of the valley that stretched from the river on the north side
to the outskirts of Rockford in the south.

The girls surveyed the land as Jarret got off the horse to let him rest.
Scrub gave way to bands of brown and green grass that stretched down to
the flatland, and hawks wheeled over the lower slopes, using the last of
the evening light to find mice for their dinner.

"We should keep going, get as low as we can until we lose the light, or
find some shelter," Allie said. "I don't want to camp up here. It's too
open."

"Yeah. We should let Cedric rest too. He's tired."

The elderly horse did seem to be drooping a bit, as if the weight of his
passenger had been a bit too much for him.

"It's not much farther to the river. We could reach the motte by noon
tomorrow." Allie wanted nothing more than to rest, but she knew from
experience that that might be hard in a crowded barracks full of horny
soldiers. She shielded her eyes against the dying radiance in the west,
peering towards the river, trying to spot the fort. Maybe the village
would offer an inn where they could sleep in peace.

Katy shouldered her in the ribs. She was looking south. "Allie."

"What?"

"Wasn't Rockford attacked?"

"Yeah. Yeta and Arachma," Allie said. "Probably more."

"I don't see any smoke."

Allie swung her gaze to the south, trying to squint hard enough to make
out the distant town. She didn't see smoke either. Yeta loved to burn
things. Come to think of it, she didn't see any carrion birds either.

The horrifying realization burst into her head at the same instant a
purple tentacle snaked past her like lightning and coiled around her
throat.

She tried to roll as she was yanked backwards, forcing her panicked
limbs to obey. Tentacles raced like quicksilver, reaching out to wrap
themselves around her wrists, her ankles, her waist. She struggled and
was pulled off balance, scraping her knees on the gravel as she fell.
More loops snaked around her throat, pulling tight. She heard Katy
screaming, distantly, as if far away down a tunnel, the shriek rising
until it was a ringing in her own ears as the squirming tentacles began
to crush her throat.

It all happened in an instant, before her brain unfroze and her body
dumped adrenaline in her veins. Her staff. She pulled, and it pulled
back. The tentacles tugged, trying to tear it away. She reached for the
magic, something raw that she could release with shaping it with motion.
Grasping purple limbs looped her arm and wrist, jerking them backwards
painfully, punishing her until her hand popped open and her arm was
yanked cruelly behind her back. Snapping noises signalled the end of her
staff.

She had a backup. She walled off the roaring fear and hysteria into the
back of her mind, like she had been trained. There were only so many
tentacles, and now most were occupied with her right arm. She flexed her
left, breaking free of the tenuous grip and ripped her stilleto from its
sheath. A few quick slashes drew blood from the purple bonds on her
thigh, spilling milky white ichor onto her bare skin, and they loosened.
She struggled frantically, trying to free her left side.

More tentacles wrapped themselves all around her and flexed with power,
pulling her up into the air as she struggled. The crushing grip was
cutting off her air, and her legs kicked wildly, trying to find
leverage. A slippery tentacle coiled up around her chin, gliding over
her cheek and hovered curiously at her open mouth. Ribbed on the shaft,
small nodules bristling near the bottom and topped with a long glans
like an elongated phallus, it brushed her lips in an almost tender
gesture, spreading bits of goo around her mouth, before jamming itself
savagely into her mouth and plugging her throat.

She tried to scream, but she had no breath. The squirming thing vibrated
in her mouth, pushing forward, rubbery flesh digging into her throat.
She gagged, both hands pounding reflexively at the cords stealing her
air, her weapon forgotten.

Panic broke out of the neat little dam she had created. She arched her
neck and struggled harder, but that just let the invader in her throat
dive a little deeper. She kicked, muscles bulging in her thighs as she
pulled against her restraints. She kicked again. That one connected with
something, and for a brief moment the grip on her loosened.

Too little. The tentacles tightened their grip again, wrapping firmly
around her wrists and ankles, holding her aloft until she finally ran
out of strength and went limp.

Stupid! Stupid stupid stupid! Allie railed and screamed in her mind. A
Doppleganger. Rare, but all the more dangerous. Shapeshifters, charmers,
perfect infiltrators of human settlements. They could take the form of
anyone, and act the part with unerring precision. There was no wound. It
was just part of the illusion, calculated to snare. A Doppleganger
couldn't really be hurt by swords.

Her vision was going black when the tentacle in her throat finally
pulled out and the others relaxed around her throat. She sucked air,
senses returning and bringing pain with them. Muffled crying, off to the
side. Katy.

She slumped in her bonds and sobbed with grief. To be caught, so easily,
so stupidly. Dopplegangers were cautious. They didn't take many chances
and were rarely caught. Not much was known about them. The wildest
rumors said they weren't monsters, but men that had been turned somehow.
Others said they were the children of demons that had taken human women.
Peasants would believe any sort of claptrap. Slowly, the tentacles
turned her around, limbs bound behind her like a hog tied for slaughter.

Jarret smiled at her, a different Jarret, with pointed teeth and eyes
gleaming red with cruelty and lust. She should have left him. She should
have killed him. Stupid! A Doppleganger's shapeshift was nearly perfect,
but never totally so. She should have checked his spine before letting
him up. The virulent patches of blackened flesh pockmarked with purple
nodules on his back would have given away his true nature. Those had
burst from his body and grown into the mass of long writhing tentacles
that held the little girl captive. Another thing she missed, how heavy
he was to roll over, how tired Cedric had been. A Doppleganger's body
had much more mass than their size would indicate.

"Well now, isn't it a blessing that you happened along at
...just...the...right...time." The deep, inhuman voice mocked her in
sing-song fashion. "I figured I would wait until you were asleep, but
this works too." Allie sagged in her bonds, sobbing hysterically, her
strength sapped now that the adrenaline was ebbing away.

"I have heard that you in particular have a great deal of...spirit. I
can see it is true." A slippery tentacle caressed her cheek and nose,
tasting her tears, the leaky nubs on the underside leaving a trail of
goo like a slug. "Although I must say that I am a bit disappointed that
you have not...entirely lived up to your reputation."

The creature who called himself Jarret held her closer, letting his
fetid breath wash over her face. The tentacles glided slowly, teasingly
up her thighs, letting her feel the slow advance, savoring how her
muscles quivered with fear. Two poked up under the flimsy blue scrap
that was her only protection, questing for the warm center of the little
girl.

Dry lips pulled into a leering grin that showed off double rows of
needle-like teeth. He was slipping, becoming more his true form as he
explored his prize. They couldn't hold their false shape when aroused.
Catching them in the act was practically the only way to root out a
Doppleganger. They would mark girls, seduce them with their uncanny
charm, and then possess them completely. The effect was devastating. A
girl became a thrall under total control of her master, ready to pass
secrets, arrange accidents, open the city gates for the enemy.

"There is a bounty on your head. Did you know that, Alinayah?" A
fingertip traced slowly down her cheek, pointed nail scraping the flesh
in a line down her chin and across her jugular. The tentacles dug eagerly
under the cloth flaps hanging over her breasts, coiling around the tiny
mounds and tickling the nipples at the center. "I can see why. You are
remarkable." Questing flesh rubbed over her pussy lips, coating them
with slippery juices that mixed with the fluids leaking out from the
cleft between. Allie couldn't help herself. A burning heat was rising in
her stomach. She struggled again, trying to yank an arm free, to gouge
out his eyes. It was useless.

Jarret dismissed her efforts with a snicker. "I do so love human girls.
So soft and sweet, so warm and juicy inside." He bent down, brushing his
head close to hers, inhaling her scent with a ravenous expression. Allie
flinched, turning her head away. A long, forked tongue snaked out and
licked her face with perverse slowness, leaving a trail of slobber up
her cheek to her ear. "So light and colorful, like a summer flower,
beaded with fresh dew." The words were a revolting contrast to the
squirming tentacles on her breasts, the bulging tips that circled the
entrance of her pussy like snakes. A third oozed its way over her hip
and down between the cleft of her buttcheeks, poking at her back door.

"Normally, I would have some fun with you, maybe make you my own. But
the bounty is much higher if you are...unspoiled. " He snickered with
inhuman menace.

"Your sister though, well..." he forced her to look to the side, where
he had the tiny girl trussed like a chicken, shackled tightly with
violet tendrils, as she lay face down weeping into the dirt. "For your
sister, there is no such restriction."

Allie screamed and struggled with murderous rage, but the coils
tightened around her throat, crushing her windpipe until the blackness
creeping in from the edge of her vision was complete.

                                  ~*~

Hazy sensations filtered through: the muted creaking of a wagon, her
body swaying from side to side. Yelling and voices, slapping sounds, a
girl weeping softly. They happened in another world, to faceless people
far outside the walls of the lightless space where she rested. Water,
clammy on her back, sensations of movement. Tiny perceptions flickered
past like embers from a fire, fading swiftly into the dark. A warm broth
poured itself down her throat, and she drifted, inert, mind frozen like
a stone entombed deep beneath the earth. No cares, no worry or fear or
pain, just an abyss of immutable silence where she slumbered
dreamlessly.

Consciousness returned in slow waves, drawing back the curtain of fog
like a receding tide. She was on something soft, and voices echoed
indistinctly from far away. She turned her head, and something rattled.
Jumbled thoughts struggled and slipped past each other, mired in a soup
of confusion stirred with flickering light.

Her arms and legs weighed a thousand pounds, shaking feebly as if she
were a babe that had never used them before. She stretched aching
muscles, feeling the chilly surface next to her, then rolled over.
Cobwebs clogged her mind, but she battered them away and forced the room
to take shape: stone walls and floor, flickering torches casting
writhing shadows in the corners, metal bars running from floor to
ceiling, open in the middle. A dungeon. No, a cell. A slave pen. Muffled
moans and panting mixed with hungry grunts echoed down the wide corridor
outside the door. A few dying rays of sunlight filtered in from a small
slit near the ceiling.

Her muscles refused to obey, so she settled for small motions. Her hand
crept up her chest until she felt the cold band of iron around her neck.
The touch sent fear worming its way up her spine like a glacier, but she
suppressed it. Breathe. The collar was locked tight, secured with a
heavy chain in the back that trailed across the dirty mat. Breathe. She
didn't have her staff. Her weapons. She spun through her options, coming
up blank. Breathe. She flexed her arms, encouraging the blood to flow in
her veins, and found the heavy shackles on her wrists as well, connected
with short chains to the band around her neck. Groaning, she pushed
herself upright.

The dizziness spun her right down onto the mat again, throat sputtering
with something between a sob and a groan.

"Allie!" Metal links clanked on the stone as Katy bent over her sister.

"Kaaa, Kaat..." Allie slurred. Fear twisted her guts like a knife as she
lay helplessly. Tearstains streaked the expression of muted terror on
her sister's face.

"Allie, oh gods..." Katy hugged her, sobbing against her shoulder. Her
collar and chains matched Allie's, the restraints a preposterous sight
on such a tiny girl.

Katy helped her sit up and lean against the wall, holding her big sister
until the room stopped spinning. The girls rested on a lumpy brown mat,
dirty but soft. Allie traced the heavy links of her sister's chain as
they scraped across the ground, finding where they ended at a rusted
iron loop fixed to the wall. Her own chain was much shorter, anchored in
the wall behind her. The air reeked of dreadful memories, sour with
sweat, like the odor of a dirty whorehouse. Katy finally let her go,
kneeling back on the bedding and wiping the tears from her eyes.

Katy wasn't in her mage uniform. Neither was she, Allie realized. They
both wore delicate white garments composed of a sheer half-top, edged
with lace on the bottom, that reached down just past their nipples.
Tubes of filmy cloth wrapped their upper arms and legs, so thin they
were nearly transparent. Sinuous belts of gold metal hugged their
waists, fixed at the hips with pleated flaps of shimmering fabric that
scarcely hung to their upper thighs. The rest of their bodies were bare,
the scanty garments existing only to frame the nude flesh of the girls
with titillating suggestion, beckoning the eye to the flat chests and
stomach, the rounded bottoms, the vulnerable clefts between their legs.
Allie recognized the clothing, and her stomach crawled with a sickening
dread.

"Gods Allie, I thought you wouldn't wake up. You were out for a long
time. They...they kept you asleep the whole way here."

Katy's arms were shaking as she crouched on the mat. Allie wondered how
long it had been, what her sister had been through while she slept. She
leaned forward to steady Katy's arms, and almost choked as the chilly
collar squeezed her neck and the iron chain pulled taut with a clank.

"How wonderful. You are awake."

A massive shadow filled the opening between the bars. He ducked his head
to come inside and then straightened, head brushing the ceiling as he
stood to his full height, dominating the space. Torchlight illuminated
the heavy chest and naked frame, the hulking muscles that moved with raw
power under mottled skin as he crossed the cell. Pointed canines gleamed
from the edges of a predatory grin as he leered at the girls cowering on
the floor.

"The Kaf is crude. It robs new slaves of their strength, always a
disappointment, but it does make transport easy. I'm pleased to see you
are recovering, Alinayah. A conscious slave is all the sweeter."

"Uragh." Allie hissed the name like a curse. "Release us now, and I'll
consider giving you a head start before tearing this fortress to rubble"
She jerked the chain disdainfully, trying to sound brave around the pit
of ice in her vitals.

Uragh laughed mockingly, the baleful sound bouncing off the walls in
rumbling tones deep even for an Org.

"There it is, that defiant spirit, that vibrance. It is why I went to
such pains to acquire you, Alinayah." He towered over them in the cell,
a naked, malevolent shadow that grinned rapaciously as he drank in the
sight of the girl's exposed bodies. "A slave with such a vigorous will
becomes even more ardent when properly trained, when she learns
obedience." The massive girth between his legs stiffened as he leered,
rising like a tree trunk. Katy whimpered and buried her head in Allie's
arms.

"I told you you'd be back, Alinayah. I have waited eagerly for this
moment, to have you and your sister delivered into my hands." Uragh was
strutting as he boasted. "We've moved up in the world, you see. Once we
advanced North and flushed the humans out of this keep, we had our pick
of the entire region. No other warleader has had such a bountiful
harvest of flesh as we have from from the human towns nearby.

"Now the other clans, they come to me for their slaves, for the finest
little girl pussy that can be acquired." He gestured at their flimsy
coverings. "I clothe my slaves well. I train them well. I breed them
well. A human girl, clean and eager and with the proper skills, fetches
a high price. None of the other Org-dev'a take such pains to ensure the
quality of their girls"

Katy was sobbing quietly, crushed against her sister. Uragh's gazed
trailed down her naked back, lingering on the little girl's buttocks.
His cock surged higher, pointing out in front of him.

"Little Alinayah, once the champion of Teleria's forces, the old queen
returned, who won a hundred battles and slew a thousand Org. You, I
would never put in with the common goods. Those clothes mark you as my
personal stock."

He bent down, sneering, erection waving like a flagpole between his
legs. "Mine to have, you and your little sister, to possess, to train,
to use your bodies and all your delightful little holes as I wish." His
hand snaked out to her ear, fingering the golden earring, and Allie
realized Katy had one too. "This marks you as my property. My right as
warleader gives me first claim to your wombs."

He pushed close to stare into Allie's eyes, close enough for the reeking
breath to wash over her face. Katy yelped and cowered away from the mat.

"And I will take it. You will scream and squeal on the pleasure of my
cock, like all the girls before you, and your belly will swell to
bursting with my seed."

She kicked out at his face, connecting with the jaw. It was like kicking
a boulder. The backhand whipped her head to the side, leaving her face
and neck burning.

"Spirit! I do so enjoy it." Thick fingers curled in her hair and yanked
her back upright. "The resistance, the pride, slowly draining away as
the pleasure overtakes you." Something warm and firm slapped her in the
face. "It is my favorite part of training a new slave."

The stars cleared from her eyes and Allie stared down the length of a
tremendous Org cock larger than her arm, twisting with engorged veins,
spiky nubs bristling backwards from the imposing head. The shaft was
pierced with four small silver rings on the bottom.

The hand twisted in her hair pulled her forward, and the glans poked
demandingly at her mouth. A musky smell filled her nostrils, making them
tingle with a warm thrill, as beads of fluid dripped from the end and
coated her lips. Her brain buzzed and she could almost taste the salty
batter on her tongue again.

She snapped her head to the side and coughed, shutting her eyes tightly.
It couldn't end like this. Katy, in front of her, watching as she was
defiled, as her body betrayed her on the fountaining waves of pleasure
and spewing fluid. The intoxicating vision filled her brain with fog,
and she salivated with hunger for the bulging meat to be crammed inside
her. She smashed the urge to pieces, and anger surged in her gut. She'd
rip him apart. She'd tear off his cock off and stuff it in his mouth
until he choked to death. She'd get Katy out of here. She'd
do...something!

"Burn in the Nine Hells!" Allie spat. The hand jerked her skull
violently, wrenching her neck in a painful twist. Eager flesh bumped her
lips again. His cock was as big as her arm, his hand as big as her head.
He could force anything, but he seemed to be enjoying his game, waiting
for her gates to open willingly.

"Ah, Alinayah, you spoiled little cunt. I will have to teach you what
your mouth will be used for from now on. You will learn to behave. If
you do not, well, I will have to devote all my time to you, and I will
give your little brat of a sister to my soldiers for more...thorough
training."

Allie sobbed as her heart broke. She slumped against the wall, eyes
filling with tears, but the iron fist pulled her back up again and the
turgid cock slapped her face painfully.

She opened her mouth, inviting the phallus inside. Uragh pushed,
stuffing the mammoth head into her warmth until he bumped up against the
back. He was gigantic! The knobby glans filled her entire mouth,
crushing her tongue against its underside and stretching her jaw to its
limit.

Uragh began to thrust, working a few inches of the colossal phallus into
her mouth. The fleshy studs on the backside of the corona snagged at her
lips as he pulled out and slammed home again. The force snapped Allie's
skull backwards with each jolt, and only the cruel fist locked in her
hair held her in place, while his other hand roamed her body.

It was happening again. The memories she had buried were bursting out of
the cracks in an angry flood. Allie on the ground, then hefted aloft in
mammoth hands. Uragh played with her stomach, massaging her skin and
fingering the tiny navel. Snarling voices surrounding her. Uragh moved
higher, sausage-like fingers pinching the nipples greedily. Allie gasped
in shock, feeling her back arch, and an involuntary gasp escaped her
throat. Hands all over her, dozens, probing every delicate part of her
body, pushing into the little girl's orifices, testing their wetness and
willingness. Fear and shock and sudden pleasure fused between past and
present, surging into a cascade of energy that lanced from her head to
her crotch. Sudden pain, an unrelenting intrusion as the soldiers took
her in each spot a girl could offer. The energy oscillated back and
forth, her body bursting with the sudden memory of the pleasure of her
first rape.

Her jaw creaked under the strain. The head of Uragh's dick was a
swelling knob in her in her mouth, filling her cheeks with each thrust.
A new slave would have broken from having such a prick hammering her
throat, but this wasn't the first monster meat that had stuffed its way
down her passage. Her lips stretched painfully around the girth,
widening in reluctant welcome. Pressure squeezed her moist flesh, making
it bend instead of break, the sloppy cavity widening and elongating
under the incessant demand. Uragh squeezed a few more inches inside, and
the mushroom head popped as it plugged her throat and pushed farther in.

She swallowed, nostrils flaring desperately for air. The mammoth organ
in her mouth flattened her tongue and forced waves of sloppy juices down
her throat with each thrust. The powerful musk of monster cock filled
her nose and sinuses, an indescribable odor of metallic sweat and
dripping male potency that fogged her senses with pink haze. Another
inch squeezed past her lips, pushing the muscles of her throat aside.
She wiggled her tongue, experimentally, trying to gain some room where
it was stuffed under the pulsing meat, and the girth rasped an animal
flavor across her tastebuds. The huge vein on the underside cuddled her
tongue like a sliding serpent. She wiggled more, twisting her tongue to
run along the bumpy edge each time he pulled back, hunting begrudgingly
for another taste.

Her head bucked back and forth, the fist in her hair jerking with an
urgent tempo. Saliva sloshed her tightened cheeks in waves. She gulped
and sucked the fluid down so she wouldn't choke, urging the powerful
girth deeper in. Spiky nubs scraped the bend of her throat and the
silver piercings rumbled on her lower lip like a stallion's hoofbeats.
Juices ripe with salty tang squished in the tunnel of her mouth,
dribbling over her lips and landing in splatters on her sheer top. She
sucked harder, desperate to lap it up, swallowing the seasoning eagerly.
It was like nectar, setting each cell of her body humming where it
splashed on her insides.

Uragh jerked her forward suddenly, cramming his cock past the remaining
resistance in her throat. The spiky mushroom pressed into the depths of
her tunnel, cutting off her air. Tears filled her vision. The backwards
nubs tickled the flesh behind her tongue. She tried to open wider,
letting the muscles of her throat slacken around the bulging intruder.
She welcomed it in, a starving girl finding food at last, satiation for
an appetite she had forgotten she had. Her brain locked into overdrive,
spinning out of control from the taste and the wild motion, raging with
needy hunger, gorging on the feast in her mouth.

Almost a foot of hungry flesh was inside her. Uragh's violent motions
had squeezed the powerful organ farther and farther until she felt the
bulge moving deep in the tract of her throat. Through one teary eye she
saw her sister watching with grotesque fascination, gaping at the
twitching bulge rocking visibly up and down her sister's neck. Uragh's
palms squeezed the back of her head, forcing a few final thrusts before
slamming in to the hilt and holding her there, nose buried in a forest
of curling pubic hair. Her jaw spasmed as the engorged cock bulged
tighter and fountained sticky cum into her twitching tunnel. She
shuddered and tried to cry out, nerve endings blazing as the hot batter
coated her throat and drained into her belly, flesh tingling with carnal
remembrance where the semen made contact.

Eyes squeezed shut, head locked under the wide palm that curled around
her head, the pumping fluid finally overflowed. She struggled, then
gagged and coughed when Uragh finally pulled the plug from her esophagus
and let her slide off.

Allie heaved, seeing stars, pussy flushing red and nipples poking like
diamonds in the cool air of the cell. She wanted him back inside, needed
him, the delicious taste and swelling firmness pressed into her body.
She bent forward again, mouth open, running the dribbling cock along her
cheek in a wordless plea.

He pushed her away. "You humans are so weak. You built your little
kingdoms in this world, thinking you were the pinnacle of nature, that
you were invincible." Uragh's cock hadn't deflated in the slightest
after leaving its load in Allie's throat. It bristled menacingly in the
torchlight, gleaming wet with fluid. "So delicious, yet so fragile, your
only purpose to serve us with your bodies."

Allie slumped back against the wall, still coughing. Her throat burned.
Her insides raged like a bonfire.

Uragh advanced on Katy, who cowered against the wall at the limit of her
chain. "Supple, fresh, like lambs for the taking." He leered at the
9-year-old's flat chest and budding nipples, tantalizing flesh burnished
orange with sweat in the torchlight. "Fertile vessels yearning for the
strong hand of a master to ripen with a proper harvest." He bent and
grabbed her arm, fingers rustling over the slave clothing and diving
underneath, groping her chest and bare pussy as she struggled. "They
need only to be awakened, to remember the true purpose written in their
blood." The 10-foot beast manhandled the frightened girl, pulling her
close and exploring every crevice and curve of her naked body with
animal excitement. Grotesque shadows flickered on the cell wall, a
hulking silhouette of flexing muscles crouched over a feeble bundle of
squirming limbs, jutting phallus pointed down at her like a promise.

Allie shrieked and pulled against her shackles, enraged by the Org
enjoying her sister's body, the massive hands caressing her neck and
belly, squeezing her hips delightedly and trailing a lewd finger from
the delicate navel down to the little girl's exposed pussy and ass. It
came away wet. Katy whimpered helplessly, chest heaving and eyes wide
with trepidation, a tiny doll in the creature's grip.

He pushed Katy down on her face on the mat and forced her ass in the
air, the naked globes shining in the torchlight like an offering to the
rigid domination brushing her backside. Massive fingers wrapped her
head, holding it in place as Uragh slapped his erect cock against her
upthrust bottom, teasing the little girl, wearing a ravenous grin as she
struggled pitifully in his grip.

"I do so love the training. There is no better joy, don't you think
Alinayah?" He rubbed his engorged head along Katy's tiny slit, greasing
it with the remains of Allie's juices. "To plunge your cock into the
soft meat of a little human girl, to watch her scream and wiggle and
bounce, to fill her belly with cum until it ripens."

Her wrists bruised from the unyielding iron, Allie watched as Uragh
grabbed Katy's hips and thrust forward powerfully, jolting her pelvis,
his massive organ battering the slippery gate like a tree trunk at a
keyhole. Her eyes locked on the veiny prick butting at the lips of a
pussy a quarter of its size, silver rings lashing back and forth
underneath, the backwards-facing nubs flushing purple with blood. She
licked her lips. Hot flashes steamed their way up to her chest, leaving
a tingling wake coiling in her belly. Push. Push. Pussy lips splitting
slightly around the head, miniscule progress. Her eyes snapped
side-to-side, following each eager thrust, fixed on the point where
Uragh was entering her sister. She had seen horses mate, jerking
stallions ramming heedlessly with their pelvis until they buried the
wide head of their massive cocks into their mates. The bristling pole
humped against her little sister's moist slit with the same
determination.

Muted sobs came from where Katy's mouth was muffled against the mat,
hair covering her face as she was held down by the wide palm that
encompassed her head. Uragh pushed harder, testicles dangling obscenely
as he bucked at the little pelvis. The tiny pussy lips split and
stretched obscenely around the girth, straining visibly as they gripped
the cockhead with wet suction, and then closed around it with a wet snap
as Uragh slammed inside.

Arousal gushed in a hot spring in her belly and Allie was swept along,
helpless against the powerful lust that burned in her belly as she
watched her sister's rape. Uragh's cock quivered as he savored the
breach, and Allie's pussy muscles vibrated in sympathetic current,
juices chasing the hot flashes down her thighs. She closed her eyes, but
the image burned itself like a brand onto the back of her eyelids. She
had seen it before: in the Org-reh section of Monstrum Factorum, the
largest chapter of the book, bursting with every loathsome scrap of
knowledge that humanity possessed about the monstrous race. The breeding
section was immense. Allie had studied it every night - Org were so
common that questions about them were on nearly every test. Fact sheets,
gestation periods, genetic factors, Conversion effects, phallic
physiology, and of course, diagrams.

Dozens of them, meticulously detailed and richly illuminated - the
scribes did their work too well. Little girls held in every conceivable
position by muscular bipeds the size of a horse, stuffing them with
their erect pricks. Cutaways, showing the elastic expansion of the
vagina and displacement of the lower abdomen to accommodate their
masters. Allie remembered the last one in the chapter: a tiny girl with
her head held to the ground in a massive fist, ass in the air, connected
to the green behemoth behind her by a colossal phallus the size of her
arm. Brown hair, angelic face, mouth twisted in an ambiguous shriek of
pain or pleasure. Allie had always thought the girl looked just like
Katy. Just a dry diagram, to be studied so she could answer the next
question about maximal ejaculate volume or muscle mass distribution in
an Org-reh penis.

Now it was here, in front of her, the squishing, drooling, moaning
reality of the pages of Monstrum Factorum, made real for her little
sister just as it had been for her. Uragh bucked gleefully, pressing his
massive invader deeper into Katy's hole until the fist-sized glans
disappeared past the sucking labia. Katy struggled in the iron grip,
wiggling her hips, and then hollered when the backwards nubs snagged on
her strained pussy lips.

Allie shuddered, feeling the turgid meat as if it was inside her instead
of her sister. It was just like it had been for her, passed between the
horny Org soldiers, pussy on fire as it was stuffed with one bulging
cock after another. Only the first one hurt, then the flood of semen
gushing inside her set her muscles tingling, loosening them and coaxing
a rush of blood through her flesh that rippled with burning hunger. Her
pussy split wider, the semen soaking her insides changing her body,
making it elastic so it could stretch around the colossal pricks more
easily. She reached for her cunt, needing relief, but the chains were
just too short.

"Aa...aaa...Al...Al...Allie." Katy's hand fumbled across the mat and
grabbed Allie's wrist. Her head was squished against the floor, teary
eyes peering out between scattered strands of hair, looking up at her
sister with an expression that jerked into a grimace each time Uragh
slammed his pelvis against her bottom and bent her back into a curve.
Words squeaked out between each powerful thrust. "ow...Ah...it...it's
too...too big...Allie!"

She twined her fingers with Kat's. It was all she could do. Her chest
and neck burned hot, flush with desire, nipples erect and cunt pulsing
as she guided her sister through her submission. A dwindling voice in
her brain shouted that she should be disgusted, but it was lost in the
storm of arousal that crackled through her nerve endings as she watched
Katy learn her place under new master.

Uragh clasped his meaty hands on Katy's hips to steady her and roared
with pleasure. His cock thrummed visibly as jets of sticky gooped surged
inside it and spewed into the tiny girl impaled on the end, backflowing
and spilling onto the stone floor in gooey splatters. Katy howled, face
twisted with rapture, and Allie teetered on the brink of her own climax
from the sight. She could almost feel the waves of sperm flooding her
own insides, memories recalling the ecstasy of boiling syrup sloshing up
into her belly in powerful jets. They had taken her so many times, just
as they were now taking her sister, cum seeping into her flesh to make
it more suitable, more pleasurable, more receptive to the power and size
of her master's cocks.

Fluid gushed down the little girl's legs when Uragh's cock popped out.
He pulled her up roughly by the arms and shoved her towards Allie. Katy
stumbled, coughing as she landed on her hands and knees on top of her
sister. The iron chains pulled taut as Allie hugged her, feeling her
little sister's shaking muscles, the heaving chest pressed against her
own, spittle running off her sister's chin and dripping onto her chest.

"What a lovely slut your sister is." Uragh stood above them, engorged
penis still erect and dripping with fluid from the end. "With training,
she'll be a snug little hole for me to fit my cock into. But she's still
young and tender, Alinayah. I could only fit the tip inside. Perhaps you
can show her how it's done."

Conflicting shudders of horror and desire wracked Allie's chest as she
stroked Katy's hair, her sister snivelling as she lay on top of her. The
9-year-old was a quaking mess of sweat and slippery fluids. Allie hugged
her and kissed her forehead, relishing the churning ebb of her sister's
post-coital excitement from her first monster cock. Revulsion warred
with desire as her fingers slipped over the gooey landscape of Katy's
bottom.

A thrill swept suddenly down her legs when Uragh got on his knees and
pulled her legs wide apart to enjoy the sight of the pretty pair of
little genitals stacked together. She could feel Katy trembling in her
arms, knew the pungent seed left inside her was seeping into her body,
making it tingle on contact. The pain would be already be gone, battered
aches replaced with pleasure as her vagina began the slow transformation
to fit her master's mammoth need. Another experience they would share as
sisters, as they had shared so many others. Somehow, it seemed fitting
that she held Katy naked in her arms as she had so many times before,
comforting her, guiding her sister lovingly through the rapids of
pleasure as Katy had so often done for her. Allie felt the warm fluid
leaking out of her sister's cunt and down onto hers, sizzling on her
skin.

A bulging tip of molten flesh pressed at her gate, making her gasp
involuntarily. Her hug tightened around her sister, holding the warm
girl like an anchor.

"See how your resistance melts away." Uragh sneered down at her. "Gone
like dew in the morning sun, revealing your true desires beneath. You
threatened to kill me once Alinayah. Do you still desire that?"

Allie shook her head.

"What do you desire?"

"I...I..." Allie shook from head to toe. The teasing bulge pressed
lightly against her swollen pussy lips, oozing with sopping fluids. She
craved it, needed it. Uragh pulled back.

"No!" Allie panted wildly. "Please..." Warm currents buzzed in her body,
thirsty for the plug that would close the circuit. She squeezed her eyes
shut. The curse for her master died stillborn on her lips. Blood
thundered in her head and flushed pink on the lips of her sex, heart
pumping with a greater need. "Put it in. Fuck me. Fuck me...Master!"

The firm flesh squeezed her hole, teasing for a moment, and then slammed
roughly inside. Allie's legs jerked and she screamed. Uragh wasn't
gentle - he shoved forward in wild thrusts with the full strength of his
body, forcing her pussy to split apart around him. She felt the bulbous
head first, generously lubricated with a cocktail of her saliva and her
sister's juices mixed with the double helping of cum he had already
given them. It cleared the way, thumping in violently, backward nubs
prickling as they snagged her labia. The walls of her cunt,
overstimulated to the point of madness, felt every minute feature of the
wide shaft that followed: the ridges of firm flesh, the protrusions of
purple veins running just beneath the skin, the tiny silver rings that
pierced the underside near the base. Gods, he was enormous! The slippery
18-inch battering ram was big even by the standards of his race - it
blasted past her gate and thundered into her tunnel with irresistible
force until it bottomed out with a visible bulge in her belly.

Her body scraped on the mat as Uragh began long thrusts of the massive
organ, leering down at his pets, slapping against the bottoms of both
girls with each grunting pump. Katy squeaked from each blow to her rump
and hugged her sister tighter. Toes curling, begging incoherently, Allie
lost herself in the driving blizzard of delirium as Uragh's mammoth cock
began to piston violently.

"Do you remember the girls with you when you were captured?" Uragh
mocked her with his words as he savaged her cunt. "Do you recall their
joy, how their little bodies squirmed and wiggled and finally begged as
the Org filled their bellies with seed? Once they tasted, their bodies
remembered. Just as you and your sister are both remembering."

Uragh pounded away, grunting with pleasure as he enjoyed the little
girl's cunt. His massive frame loomed over her, blocking the torchlight,
dwarfing her tiny body so that she felt like little more than a sleeve
of purring flesh wrapped around his gargantuan organ. The mat scratched
painful ribbons on her back and only the cold stone wall at her back
kept Allie from being driven backwards by the sheer force.

"You tasted it once, Alinayah. The bliss in service, in purpose, in your
body and mind finding where they belonged at last." Allie's head banged
back and forth dizzily, words stirred into boiling pleasure in her
brain. "Your body remembered, even if you did not. It remembered how to
open up, how to accept the strength of its master." It had. Her cunt had
spread wide around the obscene organ, eagerly sucking it up into the
elastic space until it penetrated her to the belly, buzzing with
white-hot satisfaction like a she had found a missing piece of herself.

Howling gales of ecstasy fountained from the driving force in her
crotch. The gargantuan prick pistoned bolts of molten lightning up her
spine to crackle in blinding sheets in her brain. Dangling in the storm,
on the razor edge of orgasm, something held her back - a tiny voice in
the hurricane, screaming against it.

Uragh's hand held the chain attached to Katy's iron collar. He jerked it
back, yanking her head up off Allie's chest to face level. Her eyes were
glazed over with pleasure, Allie saw, mirroring her own, lost in bliss
as their master had his way with them. She was so cute, so sweet,
spittle on the little girl's chin as she looked up at her big sister.
Allie kissed her, lips pressing hungrily and then opening her mouth to
sample Katy's familiar taste. Their heads beat back and forth in rocking
motion. She locked lips with her sister, and Allie gathered the last
traces of the white juice in her mouth and pushed them lovingly into
Katy's with her tongue. Katy sucked them in, letting the cum melt like
butter on her tongue before swallowing, accepting her sister's gift.

The kiss broke with a gasp as the iron collar jerked Katy's head back.
Uragh held the little girl's head arched backwards for a moment, then
pressed it down onto Allie's chest. Katy licked at the liquid deposits
on Allie's skin, then kissed her older sister's nipples and began to
suckle hungrily.

"Your order is a farce." Uragh was bucking harder, swelling up even
bigger inside Allie, on the cusp of his own orgasm. "Your fate is
ordained in your blood, sealed by the very magic that quickens inside
you." He leaned down to breath the doom in Allie's face. "All my
soldiers know is the pleasure of the smooth insides of your pretty
little pussies. They know nothing of the big picture. The joining of our
worlds is the Grand Consumation. Have you not wondered at the
complements of our bodies? You humans are the bride, the womb, the
offering.

The plunging meat inside Allie swelled up until she thought she would
burst. Uragh slammed forward and ground his pelvis against the two
little girls he straddled, an artery pulsing wildly against the clenched
muscles in his neck. That same heartbeat throbbed against her insides
like a drum, blood racing through the engorged veins of his penis,
thrumming with the primal power of her master's body as it possessed her
and completed her. Her pelvis bucked frantically and her neck and spine
arched in explosions of white ecstasy and she howled in thundering
orgasm, a leaf driven on a storm of pleasure shot through with the
scalding lightning of semen that spurted from the rigid cock inside her.
Potent batter flooded the squeezing walls of her pussy, gushing through
the pinhole of her cervix into her fertile womb until it overflowed with
dripping heat. She heard her own screams as if far off in a gale, felt
the pricks of blood seeping under her fingernails where she dug them
into her little sister's back, and yielded to the pounding force of her
master as it hurled her over a cliff into a maelstrom of blissful
oblivion.

Warmth, driving away the chill from her naked limbs, spreading out from
where it smoldered deep in her belly. Flesh against her lips, murmuring.
A moaning against her chest. Allie drifted into slow possession of her
body, embracing the languid satisfaction that bubbled from deep inside.
She was kissing Katy on the forehead, arms locked around her warbling
sister like the iron shackles that bound them. Her body tingled with
satisfaction of her latent need.

Enormous hands gripped her bottom, squeezing lightly, fingers playing in
the sticky crevasses. Uragh's grin seemed sated for the moment, but a
ravenous appetite still gleamed from the depths of his eyes. Allie felt
his thick cock poking against her leg - still erect of course. Org only
went down when they wanted. Her master was probably looking forward to
enjoying them all night.

Chain links rattled as Allie moved her hands, trying to part the tangle
of dark hair around Katy's face. Her sister's head was buried between
her nipples, eyes squeezed tightly shut. Ten red welts in the shape of
crescents formed a constellation across her shoulderblades.

"Gak-eg tor ma negverrta noh Uragh-reh."

The Org-reh guard stood in the open entrance to their cell, holding a
lantern. He looked hesitant.

Uragh stood and looked over his shoulder murderously. "Gak. Terme
vrat-geh?"

The guard shrugged. "Many. At least a thousand. Thrahn human tova."

The hand flashed like lightning and the guard toppled backwards, blood
flying from his nose and landing in a splatter on the wall.

"Fuck! Dev Gak et na negvertre!" Uragh's fists clenched angrily. He
ignored his guard and stared at the wall, seething visibly. Allie tried
not to make a peep. He was terrifying, a thousand pounds of restrained
fury, torchlight dancing in the sheen of sweat that covered his muscular
body, erect cock protruding in rapacious threat.

He turned to them again and bent, cupping Allie's chin tenderly. She
tried not to cower. "Urgent matters pull me away, Alinayah." He ran a
hand down Katy's sweaty, naked back. "Forgive me Katrina. I must leave
your training unfinished for now. However, you both have pleased me. You
shall serve me tomorrow in the main hall. We will have an esteemed
guest."

Uragh and his guard left them, dwindling down the gloomy corridor and
barking angrily in their black speech until they turned a corner. Allie
lay slumped back against the wall, drained, holding her sister, both of
them breathing together in the quiet. The delicate slave clothes were
soggy with fluid, and a drying crust of sticky cum cooled between their
bellies and crotches.

Allie stroked Katy's hair, using the calming motion to keep hold on the
last threads of her sanity. The stone wall was cold against her
shoulders. Stroke. Silky strands a cool river between her fingers.
Stroke. There wasn't much other activity in the pens at the black of
night. The occasional footsteps and clatter of chains, panting that rose
to muffled shrieking, echoing on the stone walls as the other slaves had
their turns with their hungry masters. It's ok Kat. I'll protect you.
She shut her eyes, tearing up as she battled the shame. Stroke, pulling
out the gummy knots where she found them.

She yearned for her master to return and fuck them again. She thirsted
for it, boiling with an appetite that consumed her whole body. She
screamed at it, railed at it, flailed helplessly in her mind. He had
made her beg. No, she had done that on her own. She had sucked down
everything he had to give, and loved it. All her promises to her little
sister, washed away by the thrusting, drooling, spewing flood of thick
Org cum into both their pussies. She hugged her sister tighter. She had
failed. She wanted to die. She wanted another thick cock plugged into
her so she could float away on a current of bliss. Maybe Uragh was
right.

"Allie, don't cry." Katy brushed her eyelids, wiping away the salty
tears. "You know I can't stand to see you cry."

"Kat I...I'm..." her throat tied itself into a knot as she looked down
at the green pools of her sister's eyes. She would have died inside if
she had seen the slightest hint of resentment, but it was just Kat, her
gaze filled with love for her sister as it always had been.

Katy patted her chest. "Just rest Allie." She did. The shame melted
away, as if banished. If the only way out was surrender, she'd be there
holding her sister's hand up until the end came. At least she had
prepared for it.

                                  ~*~

The girls drowsed for a while. Allie wasn't sure how long they laid in
the cell, naked bodies pressed against each other for warmth, pussies
tingling from the gifts left inside them. It was night, with no trace of
sun leaking in the slit near the ceiling.

"Allie." She started as Katy tapped her on the shoulder shoulder. "Come
on."

Cold air swished across Allie's naked chest as Katy climbed off. "Kat?"

Katy sat on her knees and scraped flakes of dried semen off her stomach.
"Come on, wake up."

Allie realized she had been sleeping. She felt ok. Just fine, in fact.
The sickening guilt that had been warring inside her was dead. Katy
stood up, and Allie realized she didn't hear the telltale clinking of
chain.

"What did you do?"

"I made you sleep. But you've gotta get up Allie. It's time to go."

The cell had no door, but they couldn't have left even if they weren't
chained. Normally, a slave girl could wander an Org camp freely, to be
fucked by whichever Org or beast was nearest, but their earrings marked
them as personal property. Org soldiers had no property. They would be
recognized and returned immediately, then punished.

"Go...we can't go. Katy what are you doing?" Her sister bent down and
grabbed the chains connected to Allie's wrist shackles in a fist, and
the chain leading to the wall in another. Ozone tinged Allie's nostrils
an instant before a blinding flash jolted the metal.

The spots cleared from her vision, and Allie gaped. The chains of her
shackles were melted clear through, ends glowing white hot and swiftly
fading as they cooled. Katy's palms glowed like fire from a forge.

An evocation, a powerful one. Allie wondered if she were dreaming, if
her mind had finally cracked. Katy's magic rendered her incompetent with
any translative material flows. The required webs ran entirely contrary
to the nature of it - they crumbled under their own power as soon as
they were formed. It was impossible.

"Ow." Katy shook her hands, as if they burned. The heat faded swiftly.
"Ok don't look at me like that Allie. I felt kind of funny after he came
in me. I could feel the Conversion, I studied it just like you did." She
shrugged, then reached down and helped pull her big sister to her feet.
"I felt pretty dizzy as he was fucking you, and then, I don't know. It
feels like something clicked. I helped you sleep and then I felt like I
could just reach back and yank this chain apart like it was a spider
web, so I did."

Katy was peering hesitantly outside of their cell. "We can escape now,"
she whispered. "The guards are all gone. I know where they keep our
staves too. I heard them talking about a storeroom when you were still
drugged."

Allie stepped up behind her and looked out. Katy was right. There were
no Org to be seen in the pens. Katy pulled her hand, and both girls
crept out into the hall, sneaking quietly on bare feet.

They worked their way from room to room, peeking around corners and
ducking into an alcove once when a guard passed them at an intersection.
He shuffled along lazily in filthy rags and light leather, half asleep,
picking his nose. They tiptoed out behind him, holding the transparent
fabric of their divided skirts so they didn't rustle.

Allie sighed with relief once they were past, and tried to smooth the
sheer cloth over her hips. Useless. Her pussy peeped out from the divide
in front and the cold air of the keep swirled in the cleft of her
behind. She and Katy might as well have been naked, bare privates
showing through the cut of the open skirts, as if in invitation. She
never thought she would long for the skimpy cover of her Mage uniform.

The corridors were all cobbled brick, dismal and moldy and lit by
flickering braziers that oozed oily smoke. They went up a flight of
steps and through an empty guard station, following the passage until it
branched near a series of storage rooms.

"I think it's in here," Katy beckoned. Allie followed her into the
center room and the girls looked around at the messy hodgepodge of
broken sword racks and leaning armor stands.

"They said all the mage stuff is in the big storage room." Katy rummaged
near a pallet of broken timber. She kicked a boot off the corner of a
tarpaulin and pulled it to the side.

Crates, piled with the flimsy garb that constituted Mage uniforms. Most
of it was torn, allocite bent and dreamcloth soiled with dirt or dried
cum. Allie wondered how many mages had been brought here. Hundreds
maybe, defeated in battle, scanty coverings offering no protection to
the little girl's bodies as they were taken and raped and forced into
every unthinkable vile act. She shivered, shaking her head to dispel the
image.

"Here! Allie I found them!" The barrel was filled with dozens of
polished staffs: oak, ash, birch, A'shams gleaming from their decorated
ends in sparkles of purple, red, green, pink, yellow - more gems in more
cuts and colors than she could count. Every mage's staff was unique,
fashioned by themselves personally to best complement their abilities.

Allie found her own staff quickly, white birch with a ruby a'sham, and
they dug into the barrel until they found Katy's small staff of
polished-black oak with the emerald stud on the end. The smooth wood
felt like a dream in Allie's hand, and a flimsy hope dared to whisper in
her heart: they were outnumbered, outmuscled, surrounded in enemy
territory by thousands of burly creatures ten times their size and
strength, but maybe they stood a chance.

Neither of them had the foggiest idea how to get out. Using magic to
find the way would alert every Org mage in the entire fortress and the
enemy would have protected the keep against unauthorized portals and
divinations anyway. The girls snuck back out to the hallway and Allie
chose an arbitrary direction. They would have to get as far as they
could without using magic. Allie had borrowed a dagger from the
storeroom too, sticking the sheath inside the sleeve of transparent
cloth on her arm. A properly cut throat wouldn't alert the enemy mages.

They skulked from room to room, backtracking once to avoid a pair of
soldiers eating at a table and talking about human girls in very
explicit terms. Most of the doors were locked and the rest were guarded,
but they finally found another flight of steps and went up. Allie hoped
they were at least near ground level. They passed through the bottom
level of a small gallery with a ruined chandelier. Only a few ruined
paintings still rotted in their hangings on the walls.

They neared the opposite door when an iron portcullis rattled down and
crashed into the floor, blocking their exit. Another slammed into place
behind them, cutting them off in the lower room.

Throaty laughter boomed from the railing above them. A wizened Org-reh,
holding a towering staff, cackled viciously at the trapped girls. Allie
stood in front of her little sister instinctively, brandishing her
staff.

"How entertaining!" The org clapped mockingly. "I love a good game. Did
you enjoy it, Master?"

Uragh stepped to the railing and glared down malevolently. "Yes. Well
done Brex. When the sun rises tomorrow you may call yourself Brex-reh."
The Org mage bowed deeply in appreciation.

"My business didn't take me as long as I thought it would, Alinayah.
It's a good thing too. Very naughty of you, to s-"

Anger bubbled up in Allie like a geyser. She reached out to the primal
currents of energy that flowed endlessly throughout the cosmos, ripping
open their banks to spew into a violent conduit that ended at the end of
her pointing staff. Enough raw energy to smash their atoms, to tear the
fortress apart, to shatter the plenary surface of reality itself like
glass - no mage could condense such a flow. Channeling was a desperate
plan that would probably kill them all, but there was no other way out.
With an infinitesimal mental touch, she unleashed the power.

A tiny puff of smoke wheezed from the end of her staff like a failed
firecracker. Allie stared in shock. The ruby of her A'sham had a small
edge sheared off, just enough to undermine the matrix it embodied. She
had been duped.

Both Org laughed uproariously, bellowing laughter filling the room.

"Sweet little Alinayah, you should see the look on your face!" Uragh
jeered. "Did you think we'd allo-"

Katy swung her staff and a tiny green fireball hurtled upwards and
exploded in Uragh's face, leaving lightning that crackled persistently
in the air in a wide sphere. He screamed and dove to the side. She
followed immediately with another fireball at Brex. The mage recovered
his composure just in time to counter. The green energy shattered
harmlessly around him in waves of plasma, filling the air with an awful
screech that rattled Allie's eardrums. The energy looped and crackled,
reversing through a shimmering funnel in the air and thundered back
where it came from in a wave of invisible force that blew the 9-year-old
girl off her feet and slammed her into the wall.

"IDIOT!" Uragh was on his feet, flailing his arm to put out the green
flame sizzling on his bicep. "You told me her staff was inert!"

"It is!" Brex protested. "I checked it myself, Master."

"Imbecile," Uragh muttered. "I'll deal with you later." He vaulted over
the railing and landed on the stone floor below, cracks spidering out
from the impact.

Allie backed up but Uragh was on her in an instant. His fist closed
around her throat and he lifted her into the air like a toy.

"When my guards told me you were leaving the pens, I decided to let you
taste hope one final time. Now I'm done with games." The fist squeezed
around her throat. Allie reached across and grabbed at the dagger, but
Uragh's backhand rung her skull like a gong. The world spun around her.
She grappled helplessly at the fist around her throat.

Uragh pinched her earlobe and pulled out a tiny jewelled stud hidden
behind it. "Did you really think we'd let you keep this? That we
wouldn't notice?" Allie choked, trying to breath around the grip on her
windpipe. The stud was her last resort, hidden away for a day she didn't
allow herself to think about. She has enspelled it years ago, after the
mages had rescued her from her first capture. Few mages could have cast
the spell and even fewer could have divined its complicated workings: if
she ever became fully Converted, mind wholly devoted to her Monstrum
masters, it would stop her heart. She had wanted to make one for Katy
too, but could never quite bring herself to do it.

He dropped her onto the floor roughly and she collapsed onto her side,
wheezing. Brex had joined Uragh on the lower floor.

"What will you do with them Master?"

Uragh frowned at his scorched arm. "The punishments required for such
disobedience would make them worthless as my property. I won't tolerate
disobedient slaves."

"Can I have the small one?" Brex looked at where Katy was sprawled
unconscious on the floor, slave clothing scorched and her open pussy
gaping "There is something special about her." He licked his lips.

"No." Uragh shook his head. "No, I've decided. They're too dangerous.
Give them to the Yungir. I think they'll make good sows."

Allie collapsed onto her stomach. Not that. Anything but that. She
wanted to beg, to plead. She'd go back and suck cock and be a perfect
little slut with all her holes if it kept her sister out of a Yungir
pen. She opened her mouth but only a croak came out.

"Too bad, Alinayah." Uragh bent and pulled her head off the floor so she
could look in his eyes. "I would have made you my queen, made you live
up to your name. The princes of this world would have grown in your
belly." He dropped her disdainfully. "Take them to the beast pens."

                                  ~*~

The Org soldier threw her like a sack of grain and she toppled down the
muddy slope, sliding the last few feet in a sticky groove. Katy tumbled
down just behind her.

Allie looked around the gloomy space. The pen was little more than a
wide depression in the ground near the walls of the fortress, strewn
with dirty hay and foul-smelling puddles. Her straining eyes could
barely make out the line of low-roofed stables on the far side - and the
hulking forms coming to meet them.

She scrabbled in the dirt and grabbed Katy's wrist in a panic, and ran -
heart pumping with terror as eager snuffling sounds closed from behind,
impossibly fast. A mighty blow pitched her forward, and she landed on
her face in the muck.

In a flash the creature was on her, pushing her back onto the ground
when she moved and planting an oversized snout against her bottom to get
the little girl's scent. Allie felt twin blasts from the huge nostrils
and the trail of slime they left on her pussy lips. The Yungir grunted
in approval, four stubby legs surrounding her and a massive filthy belly
pushing her head down into the dirt. Hairy flanks squeezed the backs of
her thighs, forcing the little girl into a hunched position like she was
a toy. Allie sobbed, tasting grimy soil on her tongue as the beast
ground her into the dirt.

Yungir didn't do foreplay. She felt the organ line up and then ram
inside her with a jolt that almost broke her spine. Grunting turned to
pleased squeals above her as the monster pulled back and thrust again,
burying even more of its 2-foot cock into the little girl's undersized
pussy.

The pungent odor of the greasy belly filled Allie's nostrils until she
thought she would gag. She turned her head on the ground, and saw her
sister trying to stand, menacing an advancing creature with a trickle of
green flame hovering in the air above her open palm. The Yungir ignored
it, smashing the girl to the dirt with the force of its body and jumping
on her, squeezing the little girl into a hunched position under its bulk
until only a sliver of her body was visible under the bloated belly.

If dogs were a man's best friend, the Yungir were Org's. They kept the
giant boars as hunting animals, as companions, as pack animals, as
front-line berserkers in combat - for few could stand up to the reckless
charge of an enraged Yungir - and of course, as fuck buddies. They
tended to get the cast-offs, the women too old or ugly for their masters
to care about, or just the girls that were too much trouble, like her
and Katy. The muffled howls of her sister came from beneath the giant
hog, which barked ecstatically as it visibly worked another inch of
giant spiralling cock into her pussy. As big and muscular as a bull,
with pale, stiff hairs and spotted skin, the creature dominated the tiny
figure caught beneath it, holding her in place effortlessly as it
snorted with enjoyment.

Allie heaved in shallow gasps, fighting the animal stench that crept
into her nose. Her chest lurched each time another twist of flesh popped
into her cunt. Like the backward protrusions of an Org's cock, the
knobby corkscrew of a Yungir's prick made it practically impossible to
pull out until the beast had come. It stuffed itself deeper into Allie's
moist cunt, grunting approvingly, enjoying the yielding insides of its
new mate, and began to pump vigorously into the little girl's snatch,
spiral loops snapping rapidly against her cunt lips. Allie shrieked,
digging her fingers into the mud, lightning flashes of pleasure sparking
from her labia and exploding behind her eyes. Wild oscillations of
bulging pig cock spiralled in her tunnel, her body twitching with the
vibrations like a bowstring.

Org loved to bet on the games they played with their Yungir. Sometimes
they would throw them a dozen girls and see which one they picked first.
Or they'd lash a girl belly-up to the undersides of the beasts and let
them race on a track, pricks buried in the girl's pussies, pistoning
like mad as they hurtled around the course. Allie's imagination of what
those girls felt paled beside the frenetic reality of a thousand pounds
of horny, squealing boar slamming her cunt with waves of pleasure that
fountained in a hot spray up into her belly. Her toes curled, muscles
locking, the sour odor of beast buzzing in her sinuses. Coarse hair
dragged on her back, slick with sweat. The Yungir's belly thrashed
eagerly, kernels of fetid grime scraping her backside and collecting in
the crack of her bottom. Her cunt spasmed wildly around the slimy meat
swirling inside her, sucking it in like a whirlpool, convulsing under
gliding ribs of pleasure. Braying in excitement, the Yungir bucked and
fucked the little girl under him until the engorged meat swelled up so
tightly that it locked itself into the flesh of her pussy walls. Held
immobile at the depth of the last giant thrust, Allie felt a geyser of
hot liquid erupt deep inside her and flood up into her womb.

Her howling matched the piggish squeals of pleasure as the Yungir
emptied its seed into the little girl. Pinned under the belly, writhing
in euphoria, Allie shuddered in the chaos of the most wild orgasm of her
life. She had never had a beast inside her before, though she and Kara
had nervously fingered one of their father's stallions during mating
season when they were very little. The primal force thrust the little
girl up against the limits of her senses and then smashed them like
glass, letting in a storm of blinding energy that strobed in pink
explosions in her brain. She bucked her pelvis wildly, screaming,
shoving herself deeper onto the animal's prick. An ecstatic squeal
rumbled through the jiggling belly and reverberated in her spine, and
the Yungir filled her with another helping of ejaculate, squishing in
her tight passage and flowing out and back down her legs in a greasy
river. Allie throbbed under the creature, drifting on the eddies of her
climax, when another wild spurt erupted like magma in her belly. Face
squished against the mud, arms thrashing, squealing in bestial melody
with her porcine partner, a dwindling remnant of coherence recalled from
her Monstrum lectures that Yungir could cum dozens of times during a
single copulation. The bursting tide of another orgasm swept the thought
away in a driving blast of exhilaration. Juices bubbled out of both ends
of the skewered girl, spittle frothing from her lips just like the milky
syrup that squished out of her pussy where she was connected to the
monster. She bucked and panted, rabid, a wild animal in heat, writhing
in the dirt as her mate flooded her with another gushing deposit of pig
sperm.

She coasted in heady warmth until the patter of stupefied whimpering and
pig grunts brought the world into form again. She looked over to see
Katy sprawled on the ground, fingers clutching reflexively as she panted
in gratified squeaks. Belly jiggling, her Yungir had pulled out of her,
leaving an obscene puddle of white slime dripping over every inch of her
bottom. Her pelvis lurched and Allie was jerked bodily upwards for a
moment before the boar cock slurped out of her pussy and she collapsed
back onto the dirt.

More Yungir surrounded them, dozens, brushing their short snouts
inquisitively over the naked bodies of the pair of little girls. Young
and old, big and small, they had all come to meet their new sows. Coarse
white hair bristled in the dim light of distant torches, and the painted
designs on their flanks swirled in patterns of red and brown. The
largest, a hulking behemoth with dozens of small iron rings pierced in
the thick skin of its ear, bent down to lick at her pussy, sliding its
long tongue around her thighs before guzzling a taste from her gaping
slit. The Org marked their pets with a ring for each farrow they sired,
to measure their fertility.

Allie's lay exhausted in the muck, strength leeched away, consumed in
the inferno of her climaxes. Her guts felt deflated, like they had
popped out with the bloated pig prick like a cork from a wine bottle.
Aches zigzagged through her rebelling muscles when she tried to move,
but the Yungir didn't need her cooperation. The big one flipped her onto
her back with a hoof and straddled her, an erect spiral of flesh as long
as her leg slapping down onto her stomach demandingly. She reached down
with shaking arms and spread her pussy lips.

The patriarch took his time. Allie squirmed in the dirt and screamed
with pleasure, body electrified by the pulsing flesh inside her. She had
more room under this one's belly, and the wild thrusting jolted her
pelvis off the ground, body speared on the rigid organ. She rested a
hand on her navel, feeling her stomach bulge obscenely each time the
lusty creature shoved forward, the massive boarcock threading her deep
tunnel like she had been made for it. Liquid fire streaked up from the
sizzling nerves of her pussy and built into a storm of continuous
orgasms, violent climaxes splintering her consciousness and scattering
the pieces into a tornado of ecstasy. The Yungir pulled out and another
pushed into her pussy, plugging her body with the throbbing flesh it
craved. Her sister's cries mingled with her own, rattling her eardrums
until they rang in tune with the buzzing in her head. A Yungir was in
her mouth, squeezing its colossal organ into her throat, and she opened
wide to suck it down, relishing the thrill of the corkscrew meat
slipping around her tongue, drilling into her throat until it reached
her stomach and filling the reservoir with sizzling slop until she
thought she would burst from the pressure.

Her pussy, her ass, her mouth, she offered them all up, pleading for
them to be used by her animal masters. Gallons of boar sperm spewed into
her womb, slurping mouthfuls coated her throat, dripping down to slosh
in her stomach like a tub of pungent batter. Muddy filth streaked her
naked skin, the sheer slave clothing long since disintegrated from the
friction. A distant recall tugged at her memory between orgasms. There
was something, something she needed to do. Important. Another Yungir
straddled her and she grasped the short hairs on his stomach to hold on.
She bounced on the twisting phallus of her lover and came again, the
back of her mind frantically trying to orient itself in the red fog.
Escape. She could escape. Come back later for Katy. She grabbed the idea
like a life preserver and hung on. A gush of fluids from her crotch came
with the familiar feeling of deflation, followed immediately by the
begging, twisting itch of horny desire to have another beast's dick
inside her.

She rolled and pushed herself onto her hands and knees, wobbling
uncertainly as she half-crawled in the muck. Her naked chest, streaked
with pig hairs and mud, heaved frantically, gulping at the air during
her brief reprieve. Forward, somehow. She didn't know what she was
doing. Some primal impulse in the last bastion of her sanity urged her
forward while every cell in her body clamored a libidinous roar for her
to roll over and present herself submissively to her mates. Forward,
another step. She rested a hand on a muddy bank half her height,
wheezing as she caught her breath.

A Yungir slammed her forward onto the mound, grunting angrily. She felt
the erect cock poking clumsily at her bottom, sliding across the goop on
her buttocks until it rested in the valley between. Spasms rippled the
circle of her sphincter, crater puckering around the jabbing tip just
before the beast shoved its spiraling cock forward and penetrated her in
the anus. Allie squealed as the jolt of pleasure rushed up her spine.
The powerful beast held her struggling body against the soil and
pistoned into her read end, twisting meat threading the little girl's
insides until a frothing river of boiling sperm flooded into the
twisting tract of her colon. Rank juice bubbled from the gap like an
underground spring when he pulled out, and more Yungir were waiting.

Her bruised pussy ached from the abuse even as it yearned for more. Her
anus gaped wide from the creature's intrusions and her throat had been
stretched so wide it felt like she had swallowed a fence post. All her
tunnels tingled overwhelmingly with arousal, saturated with the potent
white seed of the Yungir. She clawed at the mud and kicked. She couldn't
escape. Her orgasm crested beneath her like a rising tsunami and Allie
hung her head.

...and gave up. She had never felt more alive. The brushing belly on her
back rasped back and forth and she pushed with her hands, rubbing up
against it gleefully, all thoughts of anything but her mate obliterated.
Pulsing waves rocked outward from the tip of the Yungir cock thrusting
in her stomach, a tingling fire spreading in her limbs and chest that
saturated every cell with trembling desire. Pussy spasming, heart
pumping blood thick with animal excitement, nerve ends arcing with
lightning that sent her muscles into wild spasms: her body locked in
overload and her lungs fought for air, drowning in the undertow of
carnal currents that swept her over a thundering waterfall to plummet
into the wide abyss of her climax. Blackness crept in from the edges of
her vision. Allie screamed with pleasure, releasing the primal need that
she had kept locked deep inside herself for years, air ripping from her
lungs until her throat burned itself raw.

Satisfaction settled deep in her breast as her orgasm faded and the
dripping boar penis pulled out of her. Why had she ever wanted anything
else? She lay spread-eagled on her back in the pen, waiting for her next
lover, a gooey discharge trickling from her cunt into a white puddle on
the ground. Katy was next to her, moaning wildly as a younger boar
mounted her doggy style. Tears leaked clean paths through the dirt on
her sister's face, the little girl crying in happiness from the wild
frenzy of so many orgasms of her own. Allie reached out her hand, and
the sisters twined fingers again, sharing the unspoken bond of love they
had carried ever since they were little. Had she really tried to leave?
This was all she had ever wanted, to share pleasure and happiness with
her sister, unfettered, naked, and honest. The happiness painted on
Katy's face as the giant boar slid its dick inside her was like a
daybreak, and Allie realized how long it had been since she had seen
that genuine, innocent bliss shining on her little sister's face.

This was the reality that she had denied: that she had been taken and
loved it, that she spent every moment denying how much she wanted to be
back here, that her anger was because of the paradise that she had
tasted before it was cruelly ripped away. What was her life for, if not
to find happiness for her and her sister? Following Kara around when she
was little, playing in the wildflower fields with Katy, riding horses
with her mother - simple experiences of a simple life that added up to
happiness. Her father introduced her to sex on her 8th birthday, as he
had with all his daughters, gently showing her the way to happiness with
her own body. He had been a kind man, generous and wise and handsome.
She had loved him, and her mother and sisters too. She had been happy.

A Yungir pushed its snout into her face and blew her dark hair back in a
wave. She inhaled the spicy scent and planted a kiss on the rough skin.
When had she forgotten that her happiness mattered? They said you lost
your mind in conversion, but Allie saw clearly for the first time. She
spread her legs, inviting her mate into the sticky mess between them,
and he took her up on the offer. The giant cock slammed home, and Allie
sighed in pleasure. This was where she and Katy belonged. Finally she
could put down all the fighting, all the guilt and anger, drop the heavy
weight of bitterness and misery that she had carried for so long. Here
was her purpose. Here, she knew her position, knew where she and her
sister belonged. She gasped when the slimy organ bucked against the end
of her canal. Spreading her legs wider, she lovingly caressed the hairy
stomach above her face. Soon, she'd be be able to accommodate him
better. Her body would adjust until she was a perfect little pigfucker.

There were no more crushing decisions to make. She thought she had to
save the world...why? What had the world ever given her? Pain and anger
and violence. She had driven herself and her sister so hard, but they
didn't have to run anymore. Allie hadn't lost herself, she had found
herself, found what she needed drooling and humping in the dirt with a
monster's cock stuffed inside her.

                                  ~*~

"Feeeeeeedin' time! Soooooey! Soooooey!"

Allie squinted against the dawn's rays. A fat org up on the embankment
was ringing a bell on a post and others were emptying buckets of brown
feed into a long wooden trough near the side of the pen. Katy rolled
over and yawned next to her, then reached up to wipe the gummed blobs of
cum off her eyelids. They had both slept a little, after the Yungir had
their fill.

A boot stomped the ground next to her and Allie was yanked upwards by
her arm. The Org grabbed Katy with his other hand and dragged them both
across the pen with a no-nonsense frown on his face. The long trough had
a few dozen wooden mounts spaced in intervals on both sides of it. They
looked familiar to Katy, like something she had once seen on a horse
breeder's farm for collecting semen from stallions, to assure buyers the
stud was fertile before they made a purchase. Katy was grabbed away by
another Org and Allie found herself pulled up and over a mount to lie on
her stomach with her legs dangling in stirrups. The surface of the mount
was fixed with shaped leather like a saddle. It wasn't uncomfortable,
but her ass was thrust up in the air and she felt slightly dizzy from
the blood pooling in her head.

The Org pulled her arms straight out and lashed her wrists to the truss
on either side, then tied her ankles to the stirrups too. Other Org-reh
had rounded up all the girls in the pen and done the same for them until
they were packed neat and tight, a line of bound girlflesh waiting on
both sides of the trough, heads and down and asses up with pussies on
display. Katy was opposite Allie, facing her, their heads only a couple
feet apart.

The handlers clapped their hands and loosed the Yungir they had
collared, and the ground shook as the herd of beasts galloped across the
dirt for their morning meal. The girl to Allie's side was wiggling in
her bonds and muttering, face twisted with impatience. The Yungir
snorted and vied playfully for position, but each found a station at the
trough, sniffing their girl briefly before rising up to mount them and
jab their slimy boar cocks into the tiny pussies. Allie watched a
muscled swine with an orange pattern on its flank straddle her sister in
front of her, penetrating her with lusty enthusiasm, and then bow its
head to feed from the mush in the trough. A slimy poke at her cunt was
all the warning Allie had before a dirty belly scraped her back and
a gnarled spiral of engorged porcine prick thrust like a hammerblow into
her exhausted passage.

The cacophony of mealy grunts and slopping sounds mixed with the moans
and cries of the girls as the Yungir enjoyed their meal. Allie clenched
her teeth, breathing hard through her nose as the mounting pressure in
her pussy stoked the passion in her loins into a raging heat that spread
through her pelvis and thighs like a bonfire. Katy came quickly, panting
wildly, mouth working in sucking motions. Allie felt a thick flood of
sperm gush into her vagina just as her own orgasm rolled over her like
an avalanche. Her arms and legs thrashed against her lashings
involuntarily, but she was thoroughly tied, a willing little sex toy
trussed up for the pleasure of her animal masters.

The Yungir on top of her grunted, and another helping of steamy
ejaculate squished into her pussy, squeezing the fluids of the first one
out. They spilled out in gooey blobs, forced by the motions of the
monster and his little girl where they were connected, and collected
into a funnel that deposited the white goop in a metal bowl just below
Allie's mouth: breakfast. She inhaled, savoring the sharp scent of her
mate's liquid present, and bent down to lap it up.

Allie slurped the zesty seed eagerly, tongue darting like a kitten with
a bowl of cream. The spunk was salty and sweet at the same time,
thickened pudding that melted on her tongue. She shivered with pleasure
when a third helping of semen welled inside her and flushed more juices
down for her to enjoy.

She looked up at Katy, who had her own helping of sperm fresh from her
vagina seeping into her bowl. Her sister was hesitating, looking down at
the mess uncertainly. Allie jerked her head to get her attention, then
nodded at the bowl encouragingly. Katy dipped, sniffing reluctantly at
the white mound of gelatinous goop. It sparkled enticingly in the
morning sunlight, jiggling from the thrusting motion of Katy's wooden
mount. Allie gestured again, and smiled when Katy licked a dollop into
her mouth. The Org had given Allie a head start, but her little sister
wasn't as far along as she was, hadn't had as much time for the
Conversion to work its proper changes on her body. The spunk probably
still tasted a bit foul to her. But that was ok. Wasn't it a big
sister's job to look out for her little sister? A bowl of piping hot
boar cum had all the vitamins and minerals a growing girl needed. Allie
would make sure her sister didn't go hungry.

A flash of ruddy light caught her eye on the far side of the pen. A
woman was crossing on the causeway above the embankment, escorted by two
burly men and a half-dozen Org-reh guards. She glistened in the dawn, a
pearling silhouette of sublime beauty wrapped in a tight-fitting dress
that showed off every curve of a luscious woman in her prime. The red
star blinked again at her throat, a ruby in a silver necklace catching
the morning rays into suspended flame. Black curls bounced lightly in an
immaculate train of shining hair that reached almost to her ankles.

Allie gasped. 'Beautiful' was a pale, shrivelled word beside the warm
reality of this goddess. The silver wristbands worked in the form of a
slender dove stirred something deep in the clutter of Allie's mind.
Hadn't she known this woman? There was something familiar about her.

As if sensing something amiss, the woman stopped, twisting with supernal
grace as she looked around at the Org training yards and slave pens
arrayed in a disorganized mess in front of the fortress walls. Her dress
was open in the front and back, flawless skin glowing orange in the
ruddy light. Delicate lace edged the plunging gap, hugging her skin
tightly as it climbed up from the slender waist and over the outsides of
her breasts, framing the luscious inner slopes of her chest like a work
of art made flesh. The satin cloth of her hanging sleeves shifted as the
woman raised a finger, circling as if testing the air, and her eyes
tracked closer and locked on Allie as if by magic.

No, she had never met her. The woman's bearing and beauty were an
experience impossible to forget. Had she been looking for her? The
thought slipped from her grasp like an eel.

Her mate grunted and thrust forward again, bulging inside her and
spewing yet another oozing deposit of ripe sperm into her womb. Allie
moaned in arousal as the liquid splashed her insides, wrists quivering
against the bonds that kept her tied to the mount.

The woman smirked down at Allie disdainfully and then turned away. A
grubby little boarslut taking sperm at both ends for breakfast - that
was probably all she saw. Allie shuddered and jerked against her bonds
as another orgasm crashed through her body in breaking waves, and when
she regained her senses and looked up, the woman was gone. Well,
whatever it was didn't seem important anymore. She slurped up the rest
of her breakfast, the spunk warming her throat and leaving a tingling
sensation in its wake as it trickled into her belly, then waited
passively to be untied.

                                  ~*~

The Org clapped a pair of iron shackles around Katy's wrists, and Allie
beamed with pride. Her sister was finally bonded. Short iron chains with
thick links ran from the shackles to the front legs of the Yungir that
had taken an interest in her. Katy would have to crawl around with her
mate, usually under him because of the short slack of the chains,
available at all times to take her mate's cock in her pussy or anywhere
he wanted to put it. It wasn't much trouble: Yungir showed surprising
affection for their tiny mates when they developed a long-term interest
in them. Usually they would fuck her around the clock for weeks even
long after she was pregnant, until the time she was ready to have the
litter. They became fiercely protective during this time, and the Org
knew to leave them alone.

Allie's smile could barely contain her happiness for her little sister.
Back in her old life she might have helped pick out a dress and a chapel
and flowers for her sister's special occasion, but all that was
unnecessary: all Katy needed was her mate. The beast that picked her was
young and strong, and fairly handsome, with a firm snout and muscled
legs and carriage. He'd give her a healthy litter, her first, and if a
bounty of piglets wasn't already growing in the little 9-year-old's
belly, they soon would be. Allie rubbed a hand over her own stomach,
swollen obscenely as she neared her date.

The Yungir scratched its rump on a post and then rooted around on the
stone floor of the stable. Katy rolled over on the hay next to her big
sister. "I'm so proud of you Kat," Allie said, kissing her sister's
hand. She was too. It was impossible not to be, when something so great
happened to someone you love.

Katy giggled. "It doesn't take very long, does it?"

"No. Yungir gestation only takes a couple months. But they'll be...very
active months."

"I don't mind." Katy grinned impishly. She laid a hand on Allie's
pregnant belly, feeling the warmth of the life inside. "It doesn't hurt
at the end, does it?"

Allie laid her hand over Katy's, moving with it as her sister rubbed the
distended flesh. "It's uncomfortable, but pretty painless. By the time
you're fertile to Yungir sperm, your body has already made most
adaptations."

This would be Katy's first litter, and Allie was about to have her
third. She remembered them fondly. Her first had been an open-field
pregnancy shortly after joining the pen, catching from the constant
ministrations of her masters in the yard. She had been so happy when she
first ran a hand over her belly and felt a bump. It had grown steadily
until finally her piglets came out a healthy pink, squealing with vigor.
Her second had been a bond, to the elderly patriarch that had taken her
the first night. He had sniffed around her and paid constant attention
to her until on the third night the Org beastmaster came by and clapped
irons on them both. Bonding was a fairly practical matter: it kept the
Yungir from fighting over their favored mates. If they became
possessive, it made sense to keep the girl from wandering away and
possibly attracting the attention of a competitor. They took her
shackles off once the Yungir lost interest, usually just before she was
due to give birth.

It seemed appropriate that Katy took her first bond just as Allie
finished her third. They both had something to celebrate. The
beastmaster had freed her yesterday, and she already missed her mate: a
strapping specimen of porcine virility, young and brimming with male
juice, one of the births from her first litter. He had been the biggest
even when he came out, with strong ears and a speckle of black spots on
his hindquarters. He had always been energetic and precocious, and he
seemed to thoroughly enjoy taking his mother as mate. A randy boy since
the moment he came out, it wasn't the first time he had bent over the
little girl that gave birth to him and shoved his massive boarcock into
the womb where he came from.

"Maybe we can compare," Katy said, lying back on the hay and rubbing her
own stomach thoughtfully. "I mean you look like a cherry about to burst.
I never saw mom when she was pregnant but she can't have been as big as
you are now."

"You'll be even bigger!" Allie laughed, grinning at the thought of the
tiny 9-year-old's belly engorged with a litter of healthy young. "You
might not even be able to stand up. Your body will be able to take it
though. Just remember to eat double helpings of sperm in the week before
and after."

"Well, I think I'll be too busy to stand up," Katy teased, and Allie
laughed with her and hugged her.

Katy's Yungir had sniffed his way over to her, attracted by his mate
sprawled out with her legs open and inviting. She reached up to scratch
him under the ears, earning a series of pleased grunts, then scooted
under him on her back. He wasted little time, straddling the tiny girl
and lining up the spiral prick before poking the tip inside and then
ramming it home.

Katy gasped and reached her arms over her head to clutch the ankles she
was shackled to as the first powerful jolts scraped her back on the
floor. Allie looked on, feeling a flush of arousal creep up her naked
chest. Seeing the thick squiggle of flesh pounding into her little
sister's pussy, twisting her face in rapture, was just as arousing as
having the rigid meat thrusting into her own body. She leaned back to
get comfortable on the hay with her large belly, and used the juices
that had began to flow from her crack as she watched her sister get
fucked to lubricate her hood and clit. So was so glad Katy could be here
with her. That had always been her greatest fear, that she would lose
her, and she had hung on so tight that she made her sister miserable.
But Katy was happy now, naked joy painted on her face as she panted
euphorically on the floor with her boar lover. Allie had wanted to
protect her, but all she did was keep her away from the happiness she
deserved.

Katy came wildly under her partner, and a flood of animal semen
backwashed from her tiny pussy into a steaming pool on the floor. Wild
flashes sparked under Allie's fingers at the sight, pleasure rippling
from her fingers up into the walls of her cunt. She could almost see the
process inside her little sister: millions of sperm, spewed in a
frothing jet through her sister's cervix, swirling and swimming the
flood of pig juice in her uterus until they found the fertile girl's
tiny egg and burrowed in hungrily, growing rapidly into a batch of pink
piglets under the swelling mound of her tummy. Allie shuddered on her
fingers and bit her lip as she slipped one inside, testing the waters of
her pussy so oversensitive from her pregnancy. Katy was a healthy girl.
How big would her brood be? 4 Yungir piglets? 5? Half a dozen? Allie
couldn't wait.

The Yungir pulled out and sniffed Katy's bottom, then used its long
tongue to lick her clean, washing her privates and then moving to the
ticklish spots at her hips until she was squirming and laughing
hysterically.

The Yungir rolled over onto the hay next to them, apparently satisfied,
but Katy was still purring. She lied down next to him and rubbed his
belly and crotch, making him grunt happily as her little fingers found
the erogenous zones of the huge animal. Then she went to work on his
cock, licking the tip and upper spirals before working it into her
mouth, lips flapping wetly over each rib that slipped inside. Motes of
shimmering magic flared around the shaft of meat and spread in a red
glow from Katy's hands, the girl suffusing her animal partner with extra
pleasure.

Moist, pulsing walls clamped her fingers like a vice, and Allie moaned
as she came from the sight of her little sister sucking down the pink
monster cock, head bobbing, greedy for the prize she would receive. She
had resisted for so long, but she knew this was where they belonged, and
she was relieved that they had found it instead of lingering in a
squalid existence and then dying on the battlefield. Stuffed with boar
cock around the clock, riding waves of euphoria from one intoxicating
orgasm to another, submissive little sows with wombs bursting with more
Yungir piglets for the fold - what else was there in life for a girl
than to serve with her body and mind, embracing the rapture of life and
sexual bliss that was her fate? She had been a fool - she resisted, had
to be forced, and in the end all it did was keep her from what she
really wanted. She thought of all the little girls out there in Teleria,
in the whole world, the mages and the frightened village girls and every
unwilling woman right up to the queen herself - they slaved in fear like
she had, fleeing from the inevitable until the Org, the Rapewolves, the
Venoma and Arachma and the Minotaurum and all the countless myriad of
monsters from their nightmares finally caught up to them and stuffed
giant thrusting cocks of every monstrous size and shape up into their
cunts until their true nature awoke and their bodies bulged with the
offspring that proved their destiny.

The slimy organ in Katy's mouth surged with energy, and her throat
worked to swallow the mouthfuls of rich batter, massaging the Yungir's
prick with glowing hands to coax every last drop of rich milk from it.
Hey body shivered from head to toe, eyes shut tight and breath held for
fear of choking on the sperm pouring into her stomach.

She popped off with a gasp, chest heaving. The Yungir's rope-like tail
flicked in satisfaction, dragging in short sweeps across the stable
floor.

Katy crawled between her lover and her sister. "Hey sis, got a present
for you," she mumbled, grinning while trying to keep her lips closed.
Allie beckoned her close, and the girls opened their mouths and kissed,
Katy pushing the globs of warm spunk into her sister's mouth with her
tongue and finishing with a playful twist of her big sister's nipples.
Allie pushed some back, and they swapped and dueled as the fluid mixed
with saliva in their mouths and frothed onto their lips, then dripped in
waves of bubbling cream down their chins. The remaining globs melted in
the steam of their mouth, and the girls collapsed onto the hay together
and drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.
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