Monstrum: Submission - Part 2 

By WintermuteX 
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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 pony 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 jerking in the air 
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, sheathing the cold blade 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 rear 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 through 
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.