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Mission Failure

Aria demands Samara remain behind whilst Shepard goes about her missions on Omega. As soon as Shepard leaves, she straps the justicar down and turns her into a mindless bimbo whore, before putting her to work on the streets of Omega.

(Ending features Morinth being Morinth, so expect some darker content at the tail end of the story)

-o-o-o-

“So, Shepard, what have you brought me today?” Aria sighed, sipping from her glass as Jane Shepard stood before her. “It had better be good if you want access to my territory.”

Shepard winced uncomfortably and nodded. “I… Don’t suppose you’d reconsider?”

Aria rolled her eyes and leaned back in her seat. “Why would I?”

“I’m trying to save lives, Aria.”

“And?”

Shepard hung her head, defeated, before nodding. “Fine… Fine, you win.” She turned to her team and sighed. “Samara… I’m sorry.”

The Justicar pursed her lips but bowed her head. “If you are certain, I will remain here.” She said quietly, “I wish you luck on you mission, Commander.”

“If there was another way…”

“All is well, Shepard.” Samara interrupted, holding up her hand. “Whatever Aria’s intentions, I will remain true to the code. Perhaps I may even provide some semblance of justice to this den of corruption.”

Shepard sighed and turned back to Aria, trying to resist the urge to wipe the smug grin off the asari’s face. “Fine, so that’s that. One of my crew for a free pass through your space?”

Aria shrugged. “That was the deal. Now run along before I change my mind.”

Shepard scowled up at her, but turned on her heel and stamped away, pausing to say something to Samara before sighing and leaving in silence. Samara watched her go and sighed, fixing Aria with a hard stare as the pirate queen chuckled to herself. “So, sweetness, what happens now?” she cooed, resting her chin on her palm.

Samara resisted the urge to sneer at her, instead folding her arms behind her back and reinforcing her calm façade. “You negotiated the terms of this exchange.” She pointed out simply, “I am bound by the code to adhere to your…” she paused, trying to think of a word that didn’t make her skin crawl. “demands.”

“Good to hear.” Aria purred, “Let’s take a walk.” She stood and snapped her fingers, pointing her guards one way before strutting the other. Samara reluctantly followed, eyeing the patrons of Afterlife suspiciously. “So, you swore yourself to the girl scout back on Illium?”

“I did.” Samara agreed, wrinkling her nose at a pack of Vorcha milling about just outside the doors to the club. “Commander Shepard is a woman of remarkable integrity.” 

“She’s got a stick up her ass, same as you.” Aria snorted. “So, you swore yourself to Shepard, which means you do what she says instead of that dumbass code you Justicars worship, right?”

“We do not worship the code.” Samara said, indignant, “The Justicar order…”

“Yeah, great. Real fascinating.” Aria interrupted, waving a hand at her. “What I’m getting at here is that you have to do what Shepard says until her mission is done, and what she’s told you to do is obey me.”

“Unfortunately.”

“Lovely.” Aria grinned, leading her into a small, spartan room. “Take a seat, sweetheart.”

“Why?”

“Because I told you to.”

Samara scowled but eased herself down into the cold metal chair in the centre of the room, watching Aria warily as she tapped a few commands into her omni-tool. Metal clasps snapped closed around Samara’s wrists and ankles, locking her into place. “What is the meaning of this?” Samara growled, lighting herself up with biotic power to force her way out.

“Well I don’t really have any interest in having a stuck-up bitch wandering about my club ruining the mood.” Aria sighed, “Much less one that might try running off and interrupting my operations. What I need… is another body to bring in some revenue.”

“Body?”

“Whores, sweetheart.” Aria sighed, rolling her eyes. “I run every brothel on this station, own every pimp. It’s a nice, steady flow of credits and I’m willing to bet you’ll bring in quite few all by yourself.”

“You would not dare.” Samara hissed, straining against the clasps. “I will not do any such thing!”

“You have to, Shepard’s orders.” Aria laughed, “Though of course you could break your vow… but then there’d be no reason for me not to order every merc on my station to put a bullet in the bitch and her team’s heads, would there?”

“Release me!” Samara shouted, growing increasingly panicked as Aria brought up her omni-tool and tapped in a few commands. “What are you doing?!”

“Choosing your size.” Aria sighed. Samara roared and thrashed in her restraints all the more. Aria watched her scathingly, before rolling her eyes. “I’ll just give you the biggest implants on hand, how about that?”

There was a sharp prick in each of Samara’s wrists as needles extended from the shackles, she groaned weakly, letting out one last flash of biotic power before she slumped unconscious in the chair.

She blinked awake with a groan, hissing as the bright spotlight shone into her face.

“Morning, darling.” Aria’s voice cooed, a cold hand stroking over Samara’s crest. Immediately the Justicar jerked away from her, growling with disgust. “Don’t worry, you were only out for a few hours.”

“What have you done to me?” Samara demanded.

“Why don’t I just show you, sweetheart?”

Aria’s thumb slid over a button on a small plastic remote, she flashed a vicious grin before pressing down. Samara hissed, expecting pain, but none came. Instead a gentle vibration rolled through her body, making her frown in confusion. “What is this?” she demanded, confused, “What have you done to m…me?” she trailed off, letting out a soft groan as her breasts throbbed.

She was a matriarch, and a naturally well-endowed one at that, as long as she’d lived her breasts had been eye-catching, often to an irritating degree. Now they were growing larger. She hissed with discomfort as the soft blue flesh swelled beneath her suit, adding perhaps another cup size to her bust.

Her shock faded and she growled, eyes locking with Aria’s. “Your perversion will not go unpunished.”

Aria smirked mutely and pressed the button again.

Another throbbing hum rolled through Samara's body, making her groan again as the vibrations made her tremble. Her breasts throbbed and grew out again, her flesh beginning to strain against the suit, trying to escape through her low collar. “Stop this!” Another groan escaped her lips as the vibrations began to spread from her bust, her hips and rear beginning to tingle as her chest swelled. “Stop this at once!”

She squeezed her eyes shut as the vibrations grew, partly from the shame, partly because her body was being wracked with unwanted pleasure. The buzzing of her changing body was so intense it was as if she was being stroked by vibrators, pressing against her nipples, slipping around her rear, making her cheeks darken with shame and arousal as her nethers began to grow damp.

“I… am a Justicar…” she said to herself, biting back a mewl of lust as Aria thumbed the button yet again, speeding up the process. Her breasts were pushing desperately against her suit now, soft, sensitive flesh spilling out as she kept growing. “I am a servant of… justice. I cannot be corrupted.”

“Mm hmm.” Aria hummed, pressing the button again for good measure.

“Oh… g… goddess.” Samara whimpered, eyes snapping open as the throbbing in her chest flared. “My… breasts!” her nipples were diamonds as they pressed relentlessly against her suit, the bulletproof fabric already stretched as far as it would go. The tingling of her rear had reduced her to a sopping mess already, and now her hips ached as they too fought to be free of the suit. “M… my boobs!”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Aria teased.

“Stop it! stop my boobs growing!” Samara whined, straining in her seat. “It hurts!”

“Your suit won’t stretch much further.” Aria agreed, admiring her trembling titflesh.

“S… stop it, take them out… my boobs hurt!” Samara pleaded.

“I’d have to touch them to take them out, Justicar.” Aria cooed, feigning reluctance.

“J… just this once.” Samara mumbled, “You can touch my boobs once.”

“If you’re sure.” Aria grinned, reaching down and grabbing each fleshy orb, squeezing her firmly. Samara moaned, nibbling her lower lip as she was kneaded by Aria’s long purple fingers. Her soft whimpers of delight making her cheeks burn with shame. She was a Justicar, she was a matriarch. Her purpose was to use her might to conquer the unjust, she’d been trained for decades to close herself off from the world, to ignore worldly pleasures, and now her boobies were growing and making her feel so good!

Aria finally tore her suit open with a flash of biotic energy, baring her body from her swelling chest to the sopping mess of her cunt. Samara let out a soft, delighted coo of relief and smiled down at her new assets.

“My boooooobs.” She mewled as Aria toyed with her fat new udders. “Feels good!”

“Want them bigger?” Aria asked, grinning cruelly as her fingers tugged on Samara’s nipples.

“Like… I dunno.” Samara mumbled, screwing up her face. She felt so heavy and slow, the pleasure rolling through her changing body was making it so hard to think. “I… my boobies are already super big.”

“Not big enough.” Aria grinned, thumbing the button immediately. Samara moaned, eyes fluttering as she trembled, her tits swelling again. She pulled against the cuffs, arching her back as she climaxed, her ragged breathes making her new assets bounce and jiggle.

“Feels so good!” She squealed, “Gimme more!”

Another button press, another slutty moan from Samara.

“More! More, more more!”

She squealed one last time as Aria pushed down and kept her thumb on the button. The pulses crashing through the once proud and stoic Justicar blurring into a single orgasmic haze. Samara sobbed as she came again, eye crossing as her mind snapped at long last. It felt so good it almost hurt. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t make more than animalistic grunts of orgasmic bliss, it didn’t matter anymore. The woman known as Samara was dead, her mind fractured by mind melting pleasure, in her place, a new creature sat, twitching and panting in the chair.

Aria sighed and slapped her cheeks, before pushing her head back and holding her eyes open. She let out a quiet sniff of satisfaction as the Justicar’s eyes crossed stupidly, her tongue lolling from her new beestung lips and sending a thin string of her spit dangling down to her new udders.

“You still in there?” she asked, snapping her fingers in front of Samara’s face, making the ex-Justicar blink with confusion.

“Uh huh.”

“You remember your name?”

“Nuh uh.”

“Alright I think that’s as much as you can handle for today.” Aria sighed, unclasping her restraints and pushing her roughly onto the floor. “Come!” She barked in a tone aggressive enough to make Samara take notice and crawl after her.

-o-o-o-

“Pay attention!” Aria barked, bringing her riding crop swishing through the air against Candy’s fat ass with a sharp smack and an even sharper squeak of pain from her newest whore.

The woman who had once been Samara pouted with fat, pink-painted lips, her dull, lifeless eyes blinking at Aria in confusion. It was amazing what a woman could accomplish with a few hours and a finely tuned whore-making business. Anyone who had known Samara that morning would have seen nothing in her new self that would yield even a spark of recognition. Not the hot-pink lipstick, the goofy smile, the glassy eyes, certainly not her new artificial figure. The only exception were Samara’s biotic stabilisers, now spray-painted the same pink as her lips had been glazed with.

The two flesh footballs hanging from her chest heaved as she moved, barely constrained by a single leather strap hiding her nipples. Long fingers played absently with her collar, tugging at the pink fabric of the jacket draped loosely over her shoulders, opened wide around her protruding tits.

Aria smiled hungrily to herself, watching the flesh of Candy’s bubble-butt jiggle well after her strike had landed, the blue skin left exposed through the holes of her fishnet tights. “What is your name?” she demanded, snarling up at the taller woman she’d ruined.

“Like, my name’s Candy, miss Aria.” Candy bubbled, delighted at being asked a question she could answer for once.

“And what do you do, Candy?”

“I only do what you tell me, miss Aria.” Candy sang, clapping excitedly. “I’m, like, super excited!”

“Good,” Aria purred, running a finger over Candy’s drooling slit and grinning as her new Bimbo fucktoy cooed. “Because there’s a very nice group of Vorcha who would like to spend some time with you.”

“Ooooh!” Candy gasped, wide eyed. “Will they be my friends?”

“Only if you do what they say.” Aria smiled, “So go out there, give them a nice big smile, and try not to mention the smell.”

“Yes, Miss Aria!” Candy grinned, bouncing with glee and sending her whole enhanced body bobbing and jiggling. She turned and sashayed away, the gorgeous globes of her ass wiggling in her fishnets, her plastic chest warmers bobbing with every step.

She disappeared out of sight and Aria sighed, retreating to her couch and bringing up the security feed of the ghetto beneath Afterlife. She smirked as the ex-Justicar giggled and waved hello to the pack of Vorcha, only to squeak with confusion as all five of the walking vermin began to inspect the merchandise.

Any confusion or indignation at being groped faded from Candy’s mind as quickly as Samara’s sanity had faded just hours earlier, all it took was a cock waved under her nose. Aria could barely contain her sadistic delight at seeing the Justicar guzzle down Vorcha cockmeat like a seasoned pro. Her stupid little eyes crossing as the others plugged her cunt and butt with their cocks. The bitch had been a Justicar what, six hundred years? Aria probably shouldn’t have been surprised at how eagerly the old cunt threw herself at cock now she’d been broken of her inhibitions and that ridiculous code.

She sighed, immensely pleased with herself, before her omni-tool lit up.

Her smile faded quickly, replaced with a business-like scowl as she opened the channel. “Miss Morinth, I take it my present has arrived?”

“Unwrapped and enjoyed.” The maiden purred, toying with a strand of red hair from the head nestled against her chest. “My mother?”

“Entertaining some vorcha.” Aria replied, smiling. Morinth’s grin was toothy and humourless, in the background of her image a soft whimper echoed. Aria swallowed and adjusted herself in her seat. “Did you kill Shepard?” she asked slowly.

Morinth chuckled and yanked the red-haired head up into frame. Shepard’s expression was blank, tears had sent her mascara running down her cheeks. She was panting and trembling but was still alive at least. “Not yet.” Morinth sighed, “I think I might have broken her though. She was screaming and fighting when I took the Cerberus bimbo, but after the Quarian croaked she just shut off.” She sighed and dropped Shepard’s head back into her lap.

“Well.” Aria said, forcing a carefree smile. “I’m glad you’ve enjoyed yourself. Now I expect you’ll uphold your end of our bargain?”

“Sure.” Morinth sighed, “I’ll stop eating your people. There’ll be plenty of meals in the slums, even if they’re not nearly as delicious.” Aria nodded.

“Good to hear.” She glanced up at her club and smiled. “I’ll send any of Shepard’s cronies that show up looking for her down to you.”

“Oh, don’t bother. We’ll be inviting them all down to join us ourselves, won’t we?” Morinth giggled, forcing Shepard’s head up again and pressing a kiss onto her open mouth. If Shepard had heard her, she didn’t show it, just staring into space as Morinth cackled and made out with her. “If you do have any… problem employees, please do send them my way.” She grinned finally, pushing Shepard aside. “Oh, and I’ve got some corpses to get rid of, any recommendations on where to put them?”

“Find a furnace.” Aria said flatly, “It’s been a pleasure doing business with you.” She cut the line and fell back in the couch, letting out a low, unsettled sigh.

“Fucking freak.”

She pinched her brow before sighing and bringing up the feed of Samara’s escapades. Goddess knows she needed a distraction from the nutcase lurking in her station’s underbelly. She smiled slightly as the feed appeared and slipped a hand down between her legs.

Samara was face-down on the ground, tongue lolling out against the grimy metal as two vorcha hammered away at her fat ass. Apparently Vorcha stamina was even more pathetic than their mental capacity, because three of the group were already wandering off, loads splattered over Samara’s face and udders.

The bitch was enjoying herself, at least. Slurping whatever spunk hadn’t been blown over her off the floor with mindless enthusiasm. Aria could see the ripple of her synthetic-stuffed ass with every thrust, how her plastic tits kept her balanced precariously off the floor. Aria had made a lot of whores in her time, but Samara might just have been her magnum opus. The pinnacle of mind-fucked, silicon-stuffed, brain-broken cock-sleeves.

Aria bit back a mew as her fingers slipped between her petals, watching the single-minded bliss on Samara’s face as the vorcha finished inside her, wandering aimlessly away and leaving her, ass-up and leaking cum in the alleyway. The ruined bimbo rolled onto her side and finished herself off, scooping off-white sperm into her mouth greedily and giggling as the cool omega air played over her naked, sweaty flesh.

“S… someone go grab the bitch… outside on the lower level.” Aria groaned, waving her free hand vaguely in the direction of her guards. “Hose her off and put her with the others.”

“Yes, Aria.”

As what was left of Samara was dragged away, Aria came, sighing with satisfaction knowing that she’d eliminated the threats of Morinth, Shepard and all her little friends with only a set of expanding implants and a sexually repressed Justicar.

Savage Status Symbol

The fashions of the rich and powerful change constantly, and Lady Clea Lamont takes great pleasure in setting trends. Her latest endeavour? To make savage northern girls like her dear sex-slave this season's must-have accessory.

-o-o-o-

“Have you seen the new shoes Annabelle had delivered from Paris?” Clea asked, neatly swiping a strand of white-blonde hair behind her ear as she fanned herself. “They’re positively ghastly.” There was a murmur of agreement from around the little table she and her friends were seated around, enjoying the sun under their parasols.

“It’s a wonder she snagged herself a husband at all with such a lack of fashion sense.” Lillian agreed, shaking her head. “Blue bows? Perhaps that appeals to the French, but as far as I’m concerned those eyesores would serve better as kindling than footwear.”

“Lillian, darling, you’re too much.” Suzanne giggled. “I pity poor Jonathan.”

“He knows what he’s in for.” Clea purred over the rim of her teacup. “Or else he wouldn’t have been brave enough to propose, isn’t that right dear?”

“I’m afraid the man thinks he can tame me.” Lillian grinned, “He’s in for a rude awakening on our wedding night.”

“Oh Lilli, surely you won’t do anything too harsh!” Suzanne gasped, clapping her hands to her face, “Take pity on the poor man.”

“I shan’t.” Lillian purred. She sipped from her drink before fixing Clea with a searching look. “And you, Clea? Have you thought anything on Sir Alexander’s proposal?”

Clea sighed and rolled her eyes, waving a dismissive gloved hand. “Oh hush. I turned him down on the spot.”

“But Clea!” Suzanne exclaimed; eyes wide. “He’s such a catch!”

“Perhaps.” Clea sniffed, setting down her fan and taking up the leash resting on the table. “I remain thoroughly unimpressed. Besides, I have Savage to tend to my needs.” She gave a sharp yank to the leather strip, bringing the fourth woman of their group stumbling up to the table.

The girl was younger than the three women sitting drinking, only nineteen and yet several feet taller than all of them. She was pale and freckled, with a raging mane of red hair and startling blue eyes. She was impeccably muscled, and dressed to show it off, wearing only a tiny furred loincloth that hung to her knees and a leather collar. Both of her tits were the size of her own head and had been pierced, each small gold ring having its own tiny chain dangling from it. She was gagged and her hands were bound behind her back.

‘Savage’ shot her mistress a furious glare, teeth grinding against the bar gagging her and fists balling behind her back. She strained against the leash tied to her collar for a moment before sighing and hanging her head. Across the table, Lillian nibbled her lip approvingly, eyes wandering over Savage’s muscular bare abdomen to the small tufts of flaming red hair sticking out from under her loincloth. “She is quite magnificent.” She cooed, “I must find myself one.”

“Down, girl.” Clea purred, tugging on the leash again, “Staring up at you is so tiring.”

Savage shot her a contemptuous look and sank to one knee, cheeks burning as Clea reached out and tweaked a rosy nipple. “Mmmm, it’s hot out today, isn’t it? You’re working up quite the sweat.” She ran a finger over Savage’s heavy breast, collecting the tiny droplets clinging to her before pressing her palm against the immense pale tit. Savage’s blush deepened and she growled into her gag, trying to avoid the women’s eyes.

“There we are.” Clea cooed delightedly, looking down to between her pet’s legs, where a foot and a half of cockmeat was twitching hungrily, lifting Savage’s loincloth. “Come bring our friend up so we can all admire him.”

Savage groaned into her gag and rose up, carefully draping her cock over the table. Her cheeks as red as her hair as Clea’s silk-gloved hand toyed with the thick curls at her base.

As usual Clea’s friends were enraptured, Lillian let out a soft coo and leaning closer to admire Savage’s member, Suzanne turned bright red and hid her face, peeking through her fingers at the ginger’s throbbing meat.

“If all those northern savages were as gorgeous as you, they’d have the empire’s women on their backs in a day.” Lillian groaned, lifting the cock in her palms and marvelling at its weight. “God knows if it weren’t for my self-respect, I’d let you take me whenever and wherever you pleased.”

“Lillian you’re engaged.” Suzanne whimpered. “Don’t talk like such a harlot.”

“Come now Suzie.” Clea smiled, “You’re as red as a robin, don’t tell us you wouldn’t love a taste of my pet?”

“That’s not the point!” Suzanne squeaked, “It’s vulgar.”

“if I were to ungag her, you would soon appreciate just how vulgar my pet is.” Clea chuckled, giving Savage’s balls a gently squeeze before brushing off her gloves. “Which is why you are of course always welcome to pay me a visit whenever your husbands fail to satisfy. My dearest savage is best appreciated when unleashed.”

“You’re too kind.” Lillian murmured, pressing the cock against her cheek and taking a deep breath, breathing in her musk with barely contained arousal. “I have a fitting tonight, but I will certainly make time to come by and… indulge myself. It'll tide me over until I can procure my own.”

“And you, Suzie?” Clea purred, “Care to come have your cherry popped?”

“I’m not a virgin.” Suzanne muttered, “Jeffrey is a very… he… we’re quite happy.” she blushed and looked Savage over again. "But... I would quite like to have one all the same."

Clea laughed softly and nodded, standing up and giving Savage a sharp slap on the rear. “Good day, ladies.” She waved goodbye to her friends and strolled back across the park, enjoying the sun on her face and the tug on the leash as she pulled Savage along. The looks her prized pet got as she paraded her about were always delicious, but in the heat of summer when her savage girl was glistening with sweat and practically glowing with virility, there was nothing sweeter.

“Home, driver.” She said brightly as she reached her carriage, slipping into the back seat and watching with amusement as Savage carefully followed. “What a delightful afternoon.” She purred, basking in the hateful look her pet shot her.

Savage growled into her gag and seated herself uncomfortably on the floor, wincing as Clea ran her fingers through her hair. “You were magnificent, of course. I noticed quite a few eyes following us as we walked.”

Savage grunted with disgust.

“Now now. None of that.” Clea said softly, moving a foot to press down on the girl’s crotch. “Or mistress will have to punish you.”

Savage hung her head and shuffled uncomfortably. She remained obediently mute until she was pulled from the carriage and into the entryway of Clea’s estate. “Had a nice day out, ma’am?” one of Clea’s maids asked, quickly taking her parasol and gloves.

“I did Jeanie.” Clea sighed, “Would you go tell someone to prepare my bedroom, Savage has been such a good girl today.”

“Of course, ma’am.” Jeanie nodded, giving a short curtsy before taking Savage’s lead and dragging the amazonian woman away.

The day passed, light dimming as the sun finally slunk behind the horizon. Clea glanced at her pocket watch and smiled, preparing herself and slipping into her favourite lingerie, before making her way up to her bedchambers, where her dear savage slave awaited.

“Good evening dear.” Clea chuckled, slipping through the door and grinning at Savage. The barbarian girl was nude and bound, tied to the ceiling and floor by the ankles and wrists. “I do hope I haven’t kept you waiting.” She drew her silky robe a little tighter about her voluptuous form and sauntered close to the bound girl glaring at her.

“Fuck of ye ponce.” Savage spat, sneering as Clea stepped up to her and rested a palm over her chest. Clea clicked her tongue sternly and gave Savage’s cheek a gentle pat.

“Now, now, I’m sorry I’ve kept you waiting. There’s no need for foul language.”

“Suck a cock ye poxy cunt.” Savage replied.

“Oh my.” Clea cooed, fanning herself with a hand. “You’re so forward, savage.”

“My name is Alar.” Savage growled, “And if you even think of touchin’ my cock again, I’ll snap yer neck like a twig.”

“Come now, savage.” Clea cooed, slipping her robe from her shoulders and letting it flutter to the ground. “Play nice for mistress.” Alar’s cheeks flushed as she stared down at her mistress’ naked form, soft breasts and wide hips almost glowing in the sunset light pouring though the curtains. She cleared her throat and hastily looked away, letting out a quiet whine as her cock began to swell.

“I swear to all the gods I’ll escape this place one day.” She muttered impotently, trembling as Clea ran her palm along her shaft, forcing it down only to release her and send the immense pole springing upwards again.

“Maybe.” Clea shrugged, smiling. “You’d miss me though.”

“S… stop it!” Alar whined as Clea’s hand closed around her tip and squeezed, her entire cock swelling from the stimulation. “Stop touching me!”

“You’re not enjoying it?” Clea frowned, slowly beginning to drag her hand back and forth. “Don’t you savages play?”

“Th… this isn’t… playing…” Alar growled, trying to move her hips back away from Clea’s hand, only succeeding in adding to the stimulation. “This… this is torture.”

“Oh Savage, I’m not torturing you.” Clea cooed, kissing her cheek. “I’m just teasing.”

“All ye do is tease!” Alar groaned, “Day after day, all ye do is tease me, you an yer friends. I haven’ cum in months!”

“Oh my sweet, sweet savage.” Clea breathed, sinking to her knees. She traced a gloved finger along the underside of Alar’s manhood before flicking her head gently, making the girl whine softly. “Are you feeling pent up? Do you need mistress to make you cum?”

“Yer… not… my… mistress.” Alar grunted, eyes squeezed tightly shut as Clea pressed her face beneath her length, drinking in her musk and making the girl tremble as her breath danced over her skin.

“I only want you to be happy, my savage.” Clea pouted up at her. “If you’re good I can make life heaven for you, all you need do is obey.”

“Ye took me from my home.” Alar scowled, mustering all her strength to resist Clea’s manipulations. “From my family an’ my friends, I’ll not give ye anything ye want as long as I’m yer slave.”

“Now there, Savage.” Clea scolded, standing up and pushing her firmly against her bindings with a palm. “You were gifted to me. I didn’t take you from anything.” She sighed and returned her hands to Alar’s shaft, gently guiding it between her thighs and cooing as it brushed against her. Alar whimpered, cock stirring with desperate arousal as it was squeezed. “Be a good girl for me, please? Call me mistress and I’ll let you cum.”

“I’ll… I’ll not give in.” Alar mumbled. “I… I’m a… daughter of th… the Bear. I… was raised… to… resist pain.”

“Ah, but it isn’t pain driving you mad, is it my darling?”

“I will not su… submit.”

Clea sighed and began to roll her hips ever so slightly, rubbing Alar’s rod between her thighs. Her hands moved and began to tweak and toy with the girl’s nipples, already diamond-hard from the cool air and her teasing. The savage girl had never been treated like this in her life, never been kept from satisfaction longer than a day or so. Now after almost six months of teasing and restriction she was fit to burst. She needed to cum almost as much as she needed to breathe, it was only a matter of time until either her need or her pride broke.

“I’ve never had a Savage in my bed before.” Clea cooed, “I was hoping to enjoy you when you first came into my possession. Wouldn’t you enjoy that? I’d even allow you to take me like I’m sure you savages do. I’m ever so curious to see these magnificent muscles at work.”

“Won’t.” Alar shook her head desperately. “W… won’t.”

“The men in my life have all been so… disappointing.” Clea sighed, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of Alar’s breasts and kneading them gently. “I’ve always preferred women. Imagine my joy when I set my eyes on you. Such a magnificent girl, sure to grow into a magnificent woman. One that could satisfy my desires, give me the family I want without me having to settle for some halfwit male.”

“Gods… give me… strength.”

“I know you want me.” Clea cooed. “I know you want to be inside me. All you have to say… is ‘please, mistress.’”

“I c… can’t.” Alar whimpered. “I… I won’t be yer plaything.”

“You’d be my lover… my consort… father of my children.” Clea breathed into her ear. “Is your pride worth a life spent like this, when you could share my bed and enjoy my body?”

“I… I am… a… daughter of…”

“The Bear… yes.” Clea sighed, lips brushing against her lobe ever so slightly. “And the Bear Clan cast you out anyway… they gave you to me. Why remain loyal to them… they weren’t to you.”

“I… I don’t…”

“Two words.”

“I… can’t.”

“Two little words, and you’re free.”

“Please…”

“Please, what? Tell me. Tell me and let me help you start your new life.”

“Please…” Alar sobbed, tears rolling down her cheeks, “Pl… please… m…mistress.”

Clea stopped, her hands leaving Alar’s breasts, her thighs no longer squeezing down on her manhood. She smiled and gently cupped Alar’s cheeks, wiping away her tears with her thumbs. “Of course, my darling Savage.”

She slipped off Alar’s length and knelt, smiling coyly up at the quivering redhead before kissing her throbbing red head. Alar whimpered as Clea’s lips wrapped around her shaft, her tongue massaging her as inch after inch of her cock slipped into her mistress’ mouth. “Gods… forgive me.”

“Ah ah.” Clea chided, fingers toying with Alar’s sack. “No more of that nonsense, understand? Or no more pleasure.”

“I…” Alar began before hanging her head in defeat. “Y… yes mistress.”

“Good Savage.”

Clea kissed her shaft before returning to work. Her silver-haired head bobbing back and forth as her fingers tousled Alar’s thick red pubic hair. It wasn’t long before Alar was whining with need, bucking her hips against Clea’s lips. Clea smiled to herself and pulled back, standing up and taking Alar’s jaw in her palm. “Are you going to be good for mistress, Savage? Are you going to do as you’re told?”

“Y… yes, mistress.” Alar sobbed, “Please… I’ll do anything… just… just let me cum… I’m begging ye.”

“Don’t worry, sweet Savage.” Clea cooped, stroking her hand faster and faster over Alar’s shaft. “Mistress will take good care of you, as long as you obey.”

“I’ll… I’ll obey ye. I swear… I’ll be good.”

“Kiss me, darling.” Clea grinned, pulling the girl’s head down to meet hers. Their lips met and Clea’s tongue slipped into her mouth, drawing a whimper from the girl. As Alar finally came after six long months she whined into Clea’s mouth, knees going weak and sending her slumping in her bonds, her cum jetting across the room onto the carpet.

“Such a messy, savage girl.” Clea breathed into her ear, hands still stroking her shaft. “Did that feel good?”

“Y… yes… mistress.” Alar croaked weakly.

“But you want more, don’t you?”

“Yes.” Alar nodded, swallowing as Clea’s hands stroked around her broad shoulders, “Please?”

“You want to be inside me?” Clea cooed, tugging gently at the cords holding Alar’s hands together, bringing them away from the hook on the ceiling and letting the girl drop heavily to her knees. Alar blinked up at her, knelt on the floor with her cock twitching between her legs. She watched, wide-eyed, as Clea sauntered to the bed and slipped back onto it. “Come, savage.”

Alar groaned and shifted, managing to get to her feet and stumble towards the bed. Clea laughed at her as she tripped onto the bed and shuffled closer, cheeks burning with humiliation. She ignored her mistress and bowed down to push herself between the older woman’s legs, only to find herself held at bay by a silk-covered foot.

“Say please.”

“I… Please?”

“Good Savage.” Clea smiled, hooking her leg behind Savage’s waist and tugging her closer. Alar whimpered and pushed her hips forwards, guided by Clea’s gloved hand, slipping inside Clea’s folds. “Oh my… Savage, you’re so… thick.” Clea laughed, letting out a soft coo and curling her toes.

“Oh… gods above…”

Clea tutted and grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head down sharply. “No more talk, Savage. Fuck me, or I’ll give you another few months without cumming.” Alar trembled and nodded quickly, earning a gentle pat to the cheek in return. “Now… ravish me.”

“M…mistress, my hands…?”

Clea raised a brow and pinched her chin. “My dearest savage, you wouldn’t be trying to escape me, would you?”

“My… tribe doesn’t want me… I don’t have anything to me name… Yer the only home I have.”

“As long as you’re good.” Clea agreed, “I can make this place a paradise for you, if you obey.”

“I… I will.” Alar breathed, “I… I promise.”

Clea sighed and reached around Alar’s back, undoing the knot binding her and smiling as the girl steadied herself on the bed. “Better?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Good. Now, you may do as you please.” Clea cooed, lying back and biting her lip, watching the emotions play over Alar’s freckled face. The girl slowly planted her arms on either side of her head and began to thrust.

It was slow for a few moments, almost gentle, until Alar was certain Clea wouldn’t bite. Then every second of the girl’s frustration came pouring out, she roared and slammed her hips into Clea, hands grabbing at her tits, raking through her hair. Pale legs locked behind her back as she pounded her new mistress, panting for breath as her cock was milked for all it was worth. Her lips found Clea’s and locked into a feral kiss, her tongue exploring her mistress’ mouth, her teeth finding her lips and tugging gently.

Clea tasted of vanilla and honey, smelled of perfume more expensive than anything the girl had ever owned. Her fingers raked over Alar’s muscular shoulders, cutting her and making Alar slam all the harder into her. Clea laughed at her as she blushed, hips moving beyond her control. “Such a sweet Savage girl.”

“Feels so good.” Alar croaked. “I want… want more.”

“Oh yes, my pet.” Clea cried out as Alar’s hands gripped her hips and used them for more leverage to fuck the woman who had enslaved her harder still. The slap of flesh on flesh was almost deafening, mixing with the rush of blood in Alar’s ears. “Take me like the animal you are.”

Alar hissed through her teeth and sank herself deeper into Clea until her fiery curls brushed against the older woman’s immaculately groomed slit. Soft blue eyes squeezed shut as she groaned, forehead pressing tight against Clea. Hands found their way around her back same as her legs, her lips and teeth played over her throat, leaving deep red marks on her pale skin.

“M… mistress.” Alar sobbed weakly, her release coming suddenly. Pleasure ripping through her, destroying her strength. She collapsed weakly over Clea, cock throbbing as it drained into her, the searing mess of cum bubbling out at their joining. She trembled as Clea’s fingers roamed through her hair before falling asleep without so much as a whimper.

She awoke naked and shivering on the bed, blinking up at her mistress in the dawn light. She blushed and covered herself, only for Clea to move her hands away, smiling hungrily. “I thought I would take you out today, savage. Let the people see you again, I do so love their attention. Would you like that?”

“Yes Mistress.” Alar blushed, trembling as a finger slowly pushed her shaft down against her belly.

“I expect savages like you will be in fashion by the end of the month.” Clea sighed to herself, toying thoughtlessly with Alar’s thick curls. 

She smiled and giggled softly, “I do so love setting trends.”

The Inquisitor's Ambassador

Inquisitor Anya Trevelyan is decidedly unsuited for diplomacy with discerning nobles, preferring exploring and adventuring in the wilds. With a mission to the Winter Palace necessary however, it falls to Josephine to make her lover ready for the spotlight.

-o-o-o-

“Must you squirm so much?” Josephine scolded, setting her hand firmly down on top of the inquisitor’s scalp. “I’m almost done.” She picked the dainty silver scissors back up and continued to cut away at the unruly mop of black curls that sat over her lover’s head.

“I don’t see what’s wrong with my hair in the first place.” Anya muttered sullenly, wincing as the scissors danced over her brow, sending a shower of hairs down onto her bare chest.

“It may be fine when you’re stomping through the hinterlands and getting covered in mud, but we’re going to the winter palace.” Josephine sighed, “Any wrong move, anything out of place, it’ll reflect on the inquisition. You are to be under a microscope, my love, you cannot be seen with… sticks in your hair.”

“That’s an exaggeration.” Anya growled.

Josephine cleared her throat and dangled a small twig in front of her face.

Anya’s cheeks flushed and she nodded slowly. “Alright… you may have a point.”

“There are times, my darling, it is difficult to say why my heart chose you.” Josephine said wistfully, “We are so different in every way, it seems so strange… and yet.”

“It’s my dashing good looks, of course.” Anya grinned.

Josephine laughed softly. “There is that.” her grip on Anya’s head tightened, “Now stay still.”

“Of course, Lady Montilyet.”

“I like it when you call me that.”

“Which is why I do.”

“Oh? And what should I call you? Lady Trevelyan?”

“Maker, please don’t.” Anya laughed.

“You blush quite adorably whenever I call you ‘darling’, my love.” Josephine purred.

“I do not!”

Anya could feel the flush coming to her cheeks even as she said it. Josephine’s hand released her scalp and she sighed, standing up and brushing herself off. She turned to Josephine, who was immediately blushing herself as she averted her eyes from Anya’s nakedness. Anya grinned and took her hands, kissing them softly.

“Now who’s blushing?”

“You are hopeless.” Josephine breathed, her dark cheeks growing darker by the second. “How am I to make a Lady of you?”

“Bold of you to assume I won’t drag you down to my level.” Anya cooed, pulling Josephine with her as she spun slowly in a circle, stepping neatly around the chair she had been sitting. “I’ll have you running through the woods to find ancient ruins with sticks in your hair and mud on your boots by years end.”

“I very much doubt it.” Josephine replied curtly. “I am ambassador to the inquisition, who will treaty with us if their first impression is me looking like a hermit?”

“Come on Josie.” Anya smiled, tugging her closer and turning the spin into a lazy waltz. “You’ll wither away in this castle. What’s the point in saving the world if you never go out to see it?”

Josephine sighed and fixed her with a stern gaze. Anya smiled and kissed her before she could voice her retort. “When this is done, I’m taking you out.” She promised, “We’ll go camping somewhere beautiful, the Hinterlands, or the Emerald Graves. Have our own celebration by ourselves, no chaos, no catastrophes, no nobles demanding we run to their defence every time a serving girl looks at them the wrong way. Just you and me.”

“Conveniently forgetting all the people who want you dead.” Josephine reminded her, trying her very best to remain stern as Anya twirled her around before taking her hip and continuing the dance. “Not to mention the wildlife.”

“I’ll protect you.” Anya smiled, resting her head against Josephine’s shoulder as they danced slowly around her chambers. “I’ll always protect you.”

“Destroy Corypheus, and perhaps I will consider it.” Josephine sighed. “Assuming there is a world left to see.”

Anya stepped back and smiled gently, stroking Josephine’s hands with her thumbs. “I swear to you, Lady Montilyet, I will cut down Corypheus, destroy his minions, and save this world, and I will do it all for you.”

“You’re sweet.” Josephine smiled tiredly, “But I beg you, be careful.”

“I will be.” Anya promised, “No matter what happens, whatever creatures or magic comes between us, I will find my way back to you.”

Josephine sighed softly and kissed Anya, fingers stroking over her cheeks. “You had better.” She took a step back and watched as Anya made her way to the bed and slipped a robe over her shoulders. Her smile faded and she winced as a small green spark flickered under the skin of her knuckles.

“You’re probably too busy to stay, there’s so much to do before we go to the winter palace.” She said quietly. Josephine watched her, her heart aching as she saw how quickly Anya’s façade fell apart as soon as she thought no one could see. She really was far too busy to stay, there were too many letters waiting for her than she could count... Anya turned back and smiled as if nothing was wrong. “Something wrong?”

“I… I’ll draw us a bath.” Josephine said quickly, putting on a smile.

“A… bath?” Anya blinked before grinning. “For us?”

“Unless you’d rather not?” Josephine nodded, “It’s no trouble.”

“I… yeah, yeah a bath sounds… amazing.” Anya smiled, her face lighting up.

-o-o-o-

Anya hummed as Josephine pulled the razor along her calf, the long flat blade gliding over her skin. “This is lovely.”

“Hush, darling.” Josephine smiled, pressing her cheek against Anya’s foot and kissing her ankle. “I don’t want to cut you.” The two of them were nestled tightly against one another, sitting in Anya’s bathtub, nude and wet and slick with soapy bubbles. Anya was blushing, legs parted around Josephine’s body.

Josephine cleaned the razor and neatly finished off Anya’s leg, kissing her way over the soft, smooth skin to mark a job well done. “You’re blushing again, darling.”

“How could I not?” Anya laughed breathlessly, whimpering as Josephine shifted in the water, hands stroking up over her thighs. “I’m sharing a bath with the most beautiful woman in Thedas.”

“Flatterer.” Josephine smiled, leaning forwards and kissing her. She shifted, draping her slippery body over Anya’s, hands taking the inquisitor’s and squeezing. Anya’s blush deepened as Josephine made a point to rub herself against her, their wet bodies sliding together like two pieces of an erotic puzzle. Josephine cooed as their nipples met, teasing and trembling as both women rolled themselves against each other.

“J… Josie… I…” Anya croaked before falling silent as Josephine put her finger to her lips.

“Up.” Josephine breathed, lifting Anya’s hips and sliding beneath her. Anya’s cheeks were burning as she sat nestled in Josephine’s lap, fidgeting restlessly as her lover’s hand slipped over her body, one over her muscular belly, the other down her inner thigh. “Don’t speak, my love. Just let me work.”

Anya nodded mutely; eyes wide as Josephine carefully brought the razor down to the thick curls crowning the Inquisitor’s cunt. She opened her mouth to speak, only to be muted by Josephine’s hand cupping her jaw, slipping a soft thumb between her lips. Anya remained as still as she possibly could, thoughts of how desperately she wanted to keep herself intact roaring in her head, mixed with quieter, insidious thoughts of how good Josephine smelled and how her thumb tasted resting over her tongue.

“I will tame you, my darling.” Josephine breathed into her ear, razor slipping along Anya’s inner thigh, tuck. “One way or another.”

Anya mewled wordlessly, hands clinging onto Josephine’s shoulders out of terror as the blade skimmed her sex. Josephine laughed, tickling her ear, before kissing her cheek. “I’ve had quite some practice, darling.” She reminded her. “I keep my own in check, after all. Not to mention Leliana and my previous lovers.”

Anya grumbled vaguely, frowning at her as best she could with her head tightly nestled against Josephine’s shoulder. “Don’t be like that.” Josephine cooed, “You have nothing to fear from Leliana, or anyone else. My heart is yours.”

Anya trembled as Josephine finally drew the razor away and set it down on the floor, her hand returning to pet the newly smooth bald skin. “There we are, smooth as a summer’s breeze.”

“Josie…” Anya whined as the thumb vacated her mouth.

“No words, love… please.” Josephine scolded gently. “We’re only half-done.”

-o-o-o-

“This feels so strange.” Anya mumbled as Josephine slipped over her belly and nuzzled her face down against her chest. “I’ve never been so smooth.”

“Do you like it?”

“I… I don’t know.” Anya admitted shyly. “I feel like a girl again.”

“If I didn’t know better, I could mistake you for a proper lady.” Josephine hummed in agreement; cheek pressed to Anya’s slippery breast.

“Is that a good or bad thing?”

“It’s enough to sate my curiosity, for now.” Josephine replied, before slipping two fingers into Anya’s bare slit. The inquisitor squeaked quite adorably, only for that squeak to become a long, drawn-out moan as Josephine’s lips wrapped around a nipple and sucked. “I will make a respectable lady of you, one day.”

“Josie…”

Josephine crooned, curling her fingers inside Anya and making her groan meekly. “You’ve never let me take you like this, darling. You’re always on top, always giving, always talking. You’re so much more beautiful like this.”

“Josie it feels… you feel so good!” Anya moaned, hands reaching up to grab Josephine’s cheeks and pull her down into a kiss. Josephine indulged her before pulling back and placing a palm over the inquisitor’s chest.

“Anya… dearest. Let me please you tonight.”

“Wh… what are you doing now? T… torturing me?” Anya laughed breathlessly.

“No more jokes.” Josephine sighed, “No more talking. Just lie back and let me make love to you.”

“Josie… is something wrong?”

“I know you’re hurting, and I know you’re hiding it from me.” Josephine sighed gently, slipping out of Anya and petting her belly. “Please let me give you this night. No lies or deflections or jokes. Just me, pleasing you.”

“I… y… yes.” Anya whispered, “If… if you’re sure?”

Josephine smiled and gave Anya a quick kiss in reply, before putting her mouth to better use teasing the inquisitor’s breasts. Her fingers quickly found their way through the water to Anya’s sex, and pushed inside, curling ever so slightly as she pumped them in and out. Anya whimpered beneath her, wet and hot against her skin, obediently just lying back in the water under Josephine’s delicate care.

“You’re so beautiful.” Josephine breathed, rolling her palm down into Anya’s ample bosom, drawing a coo of arousal from her lips. “And so strong.” She gently licked along Anya’s collarbone before latching her lips onto her throat, leaving little nibbles over the slick skin before moving on to new delights.

Anya convulsed beneath her, spasming in orgasmic bliss but still remaining obediently mute. Josephine’s tongue twirled around nipples and stroked over pale skin. Her fingers sank into Anya’s womanhood and pulled and pinched and caressed whatever they could reach. All the while their bodies rolled against one another, basking in the warmth of the water, slipping and sliding and pushing each woman into new heights of arousal.

“J… Josie!” Anya yelped finally, throwing her head back and squealing as she came around Josephine’s invading fingers. She fell back limply in the tub, panting for breath and groaning as Josephine slid out of her and rand her fingers through her hair.

“Was that as good as it looked?” Josephine asked, smiling as Anya grinned stupidly up at the ceiling.

“I… it was incredible.” She breathed. “You were incredible, you ARE incredible.”

“So are you, my darling.” Josephine sighed, rolling onto her side and cuddling close against her. “And I adore you completely.” 

Anya shivered and sank down into the water a little more, hands finding Josephine’s hips and stroking them gently. “I’m… I’m sorry if I shut you out… I’m not good at sharing but… I’ll do better, I swear it.”

Josephine smiled, satisfied with the night’s work, and kissed her lover one last time.

Maleficent's Mate: Chapter Two

After a few weeks as Maleficent's slave, Susan's adoration of the sorceress has been cemented. As she tries desperately to gain her owner's approval, Maleficent continues her scheme, and the first member of her coven arrives at the castle.

-o-o-o-

“My lady… your chambers are clean, I have changed your sheets, arranged your library, folded your clothes and put them into your wardrobes.” Susan smiled hopefully, bowing her head as Maleficent lounged in her throne room. “Is there anything more you require from me?”

“Not at the moment, girl.” The sorceress hummed dismissively; her dark eyes focused on the orb of her staff. Susan knew better to ask what she was looking at by now, so instead rose and padded quietly to the foot of the stone dais Maleficent’s throne rested on. She sat slowly and watched her mistress’ in silence.

It had been three months since her kidnapping, and she was starting to enjoy herself in Maleficent’s service. The sorceress’ beauty and cold, regal superiority drove Susan absolutely wild, and the witch knew it well. Every day when the witch would recline and observe the wider world through her staff, and when Susan’s work was done, the girl would have the pleasure of being pinned against whatever surface was closest by Maleficent’s favourite plaything besides herself. She craved the touch of the witch by now, and dreamed of the day she could feel her for herself without the terror of being beaten or murdered. She barely thought about her father or friends anymore, her home was a distant memory. It all felt very strange, like a particularly vivid dream, but when she was with her mistress it faded into nothing. 

Her lust had been cultivated by the sorceress, tended and encouraged until it ran wild. Her inhibitions shattered by the sorceress’ cruel tortures, now she masturbated constantly in her room, at meals, at Maleficent’s feet, to celebrate a chore well done. It was rare she wasn’t rubbing her cunny against something, or sinking her fingers into herself, the times she wasn’t were when she was too tired, too scared, or physically bound. 

This wasn’t any of those times. 

She bit her lip and stared hungrily at a long, soft green leg as it escaped from the soft dark silk of Maleficent’s robes. Her hands were already exploring under her skirt, finding her pantie-less crotch and toying lazily with her clit. She drank in Maleficent’s posture, her casual elegance, her effortless regality. She marvelled at the harsh beauty of her face, and the grace of her limbs, and the soft femininity of her wide hips and ample bust.

Panting, she rolled onto her front, resting her chin on the stone shelf of the dais as her fingers slipped into their second home. “Please be quiet, child.” Maleficent sighed softly.

“I apologise, my lady.” Susan cooed, “You’re so beautiful.” The witch turned her head, seeming surprised. A dark green flush came to her cheeks.

“Excuse me?”

“I… said you were beautiful.” Susan blushed as well, “My lady.”

“It has been… a very long time since someone said something so flattering.” The witch breathed softly, “And without any enchantment too.”

“I… didn’t mean to offend, my lady, I just… think you’re wonderful.” Susan mumbled, mewling lustfully. The witch looked pleased, if a little confused, and turned her head without even scowling, which for what Susan had been beaten into expecting might as well have been a full kiss on the lips. She whined delightedly and resumed playing with herself, sinking her fingers into herself in a way she’d never dared do under her father’s roof. Eventually of course her lewd panting and moaning began to wear thin on the sorceress.

“Child, go and fetch my mirror from my chambers.” She said sternly, fixing her with a severe glare. Susan whined, disappointed, but obediently got to her feet and hurried away. She hoped her flattery had brought her closer to truly touching her new mistress, not just scrubbing her down in the bath or being beaten by her hips during their routine face-raping sessions. She sighed longingly, what she wouldn’t do for the lady’s approval. She sometimes wondered if Maleficent had been telling her the truth all those days ago, had her mother become so helplessly adoring of the emerald witch? More importantly had she ever succeeded in pleasing the Sorceress fully, as Susan longed to do. Not for the first time she wished she’d had the chance to meet her, just once. But that didn’t change the fact her mother had been kidnapped just moments after giving birth to her, never to be seen again.

A horse’s whinny caught her attention and she froze, pattering quickly to the nearest window. Someone had found her mistress’ castle, had somehow made their way past all the magical barriers and traps and had made it into the courtyard. The stranger was dressed darkly, grey robes under gunmetal plate armour. A helmet covered his face, a tall blue crest flowed from it down the stranger’s back.

Susan turned on her heel and sprinted to the throne room, surprising her mistress who glared angrily. “Why have you returned empty-handed?” She stood and hit her staff against the floor, knocking Susan’s legs out from under her.

“M… my mistress… there’s a stranger in the courtyard… he has a sword.” Susan gasped weakly, her breath knocked out of her by the fall. Maleficent’s face froze for a moment before she let out a quiet breath and nodded.

“To my side, girl.”

Susan scurried behind her mistress and crouched down, watching the door until at last the stranger stepped through. “Lady Maleficent.” His voice was oddly high, and had a soft, exotic accent. “It’s been some time.”

Maleficent growled and lashed out with an arm, her staff flashing with light that shot out and splashed against the stranger’s armour like water. The stranger moved to brace against the attack, sword in hand, arm raised to deflect the light as it poured against him. Sarah squeaked as Maleficent spun, her free hand conjuring a ball of fire that shot out. The stranger laughed and batted the ball with his sword, the green flames exploding and wrapping around the steel until it was flaming all the way to the hilt.

“Very nice.” The stranger chuckled, admiring the flaming blade and his shield, still shimmering with molten magic. “My thanks, sister.”

“Why are you here?” Maleficent hissed, lowering her staff slightly.

“You sent a raven; you didn’t think I would come?” the stranger asked.

“I expected you to take longer, we are not yet prepared to accommodate you.”

“Well…” the stranger sighed, casually sheathing his sword and removing his helmet, revealing he was in fact a her. the woman smiled broadly and swept back her glossy black hair, sharp blue eyes shining out as she grinned to maleficent. She had tan skin and a round, pretty face, encircled by a thin silver band around her forehead. “My newest horse is quite impressive, she brought me here in record time.”

“Another?” Maleficent sighed, before turning and pacing back to her throne. “No matter. You will have to take one of my guest chambers and furnish it yourself, feel free to make use of my serving girl should the need arise.”

The stranger’s brow raised as she saw Susan hiding behind the throne. “Keeping pets now, are we? How unusual.”

“With the state this miserable castle was in I required a servant.” Maleficent sniffed coldly. “She is… an adequate slave.”

“I’ll bet.” The stranger purred, fingering her lower lip hungrily. She turned her head. “Astra! Come!”

A tall, muscular woman padded softly into the room, head hung, her mass of black hair hiding her face. “Yes, Circe?” Circe chuckled and pawed at her broad shoulders, flashing a dazzling smile back at Maleficent.

“Isn’t she a beauty? Look up girl, show our host that pretty face.” Circe took the woman by the jaw and forced her to look up, swatting the hair out of her face to reveal a beautiful, noble face. Astra had the softest eyes Susan had ever seen and the most gorgeous lips, even the blush of humiliation and restless eyes of a tortured animal didn’t lessen her beauty. “Give our host a smile.” Circe crooned. Astra gulped weakly and obeyed, showing a wide grin to Maleficent who smirked quietly into the back of her hand.

“She’s quite an impressive specimen, I must admit. Amazon, I take it?”

“The queen’s very own child.” Circe purred, nibbling at Astra’s earlobe, making the muscular woman wince. “Cassandra’s face was a picture when I chose this one as my tribute.”

“Still no resistance from that dismal little island then?” Maleficent asked, brow raised. “I would have thought a society of warriors would be more than eager to take the fight to you.”

“Ach, most of the simple fools are already in love with me, the others are terrified.” Circe laughed dismissively, “More and more are beginning to crave the choosing, as I knew they would. It won’t be long before only their queen is left, and then…”

“It’s been three centuries, dear, and you’ve said the same thing throughout.” Maleficent reminded her.

“Because it’s true.” Circe snapped before regaining her composure and smiling. “I have had some setbacks, true, but I will own those miserable amazon whores. You might do well to be bold once in a while, rather than skulking around this little castle.”

“Patience is my nature.” Maleficent replied coolly. “And it serves me quite well. Go, rest yourself and your steed. We shall dine together tonight.”

“As you say.” Circe purred, bowing lowly and sweeping away. Snapping her fingers for Astra to follow.

Maleficent let out a quiet breath and relaxed in her throne, resting her staff against its side and rubbing her face with her hands. Susan peeked over the armrest and meekly cleared her throat, earning the usual displeased glare from the sorceress. “What?”

“I… I’m confused, mistress.” Susan frowned. “Who was that? Wh… why have you let her into our home?”

“Who’s home?” Maleficent asked quietly.

“Y… your home, my mistress. I’m sorry.” Susan winced, “I forget myself.”

“That you do.” Maleficent sighed, “Up, I require bathing.”

“B… but I bathed you at dawn, it’s not yet noon?”

“If you don’t stop questioning me, I will cut out that tongue of yours.” Maleficent growled, “No matter how pretty a voice you have.” Susan gulped and quickly shut up, following the green-skinned witch down into her private chamber.

As usual she marvelled at her mistress’ emerald body as it slipped into the pool, eagerly waiting for Maleficent to resurface so she could look at it more. When at last Maleficent bobbed to the surface she looked calmer and happier than she had going in, a tiny smile gracing her lips as she drifted close to the edge of the pool where Susan was knelt, her breasts kept teasingly submerged. “This is how I like to see you.” She sighed softly, reaching out and touching Susan’s chin. “Silent and pretty.”

Susan blushed and grinned at the compliment, immediately setting to work sponging down Maleficent’s slender green neck. After a while the witch spoke again.

“I suppose you will require answers if you are to do your duties.” She breathed. “Ask your questions, keep them short and direct, my patience wears thin already.”

“Who is this Circe, my lady?” Susan asked, eyes drifting down Maleficent’s back as soapy suds slowly tricked down from her neck between her shoulder blades.

“A Sorceress like me. we are Coven mates. She hails from further south than this little island and has a fondness for turning humans into animals, and vice-versa.” Maleficent replied quietly. “She is weak, but quite cunning. Her metamorphoses are impressive, but she is almost laughably poor at all other magic forms. still, she can be dangerous. She is a violent soul, a masochist, a sadist, she is crueller than any other I have met. I would advise you not to anger her, unlike me, she will not show restraint. she will hurt you and she will enjoy it.”

Susan shivered. “Why have you invited her into your court, mistress?”

“I have plans that involve all of my sister witches.” Maleficent sighed as Susan dabbed at her ribs. “They are all more than adept mind-readers and your pretty little head is far from secure.”

“Who are the others in your coven, my lady? Are they all coming here?”

“There are four of us in total, myself and Circe included you are yet to meet only two. And yes, they are on their way to my court.”

“Who…”

“Queen Grimhilde.” Maleficent interrupted, a cold, warning tone coming back into her voice. “She reigns the great kingdom of our sister island. She is a vain bitch and tremendously greedy, it is in part because of her I reside here on the quieter island now. Her lust to possess that which she does not made the old country far too lively for my liking.”

“And the other?”

“The lady Morgana. She… is one whom I truly fear.” Maleficent whispered.

“You… are afraid of her?”

“Not without reason, child.” Maleficent hissed. “She is as cruel as she is beautiful and as powerful as all three of us others combined. No power on this earth can control her, nor stop her once she has set her mind on something. I can only hope she is as not attached to her homeland as she once was… if she has her sights on this land…” Maleficent shuddered and spun around, fixing Susan with a piercing gaze.

“Take off your clothes.”

“M… milady?”

“You will bathe in my pool, take off your clothes.”

“But you said if I ever touched the water again you’d eat me!” Susan squeaked.

“I will restrain myself.” Maleficent murmured, “Now remove your blouse and come to me.”

Susan nervously pulled her blouse over her head and set it down on the stone floor before turning back to her mistress. She forced her hands to remain by her hips rather than try to cover herself, fighting to balance her embarrassment and her burning desire to be wanted by the sorceress. “Come.” Maleficent commanded severely, holding out her hands.

Susan slowly came closer and took hold of Maleficent’s shoulders as the witch rose up, grasping her by the hips and drawing her down into the water. She let out a surprised coo as she felt how warm the water was, only for said water to pour into her mouth. She choked, spluttering and flailing in Maleficent’s grip as she tried to fight up to open air again.

A sharp something sank into the flesh of her shoulder and she screamed with agony, more water flooding her lungs as she thrashed against the immovable hands holding her in place. Her body was on fire, her eyes itched, her throat burned, it felt like her skin was peeling off her flesh. Maleficent’s hands held her arms at her side as she remained embedded in her shoulder, fangs swimming in Susan’s blood as it rushed about the wound.

Suddenly her grip vanished and Susan was thrown roughly out of the water, landing on the stone with a wet splat. She sobbed and vomited water, trying to weakly claw herself away from the pool as Maleficent rose calmly and stepped from the surface without so much as a ripple. “P… please.” She cried, “I’ll be good! Please don’t eat me!”

Maleficent knelt and gently lifted her up, pressing the sobbing girl to her breast and resting her pointed chin atop her sopping wet hair. “Hush child, you’ll live to see another day yet.”

“Y… you bit me.” Susan whimpered.

“Barely a prick” Maleficent sighed softly. “My venom will do you good.”

“I was so scared.”

“I know child. I know.” Maleficent replied, moving her away from her body and looking over her with a kind of tender gaze Susan had never seen before. She saw the wound on her shoulder, an oval of circular perforations in her skin, tinged green and still leaking her dark red blood. “See? No more than a scratch.” Maleficent purred, leaning down and licking the wound slowly until the flow of blood had slowed.

“Why… why did you take me into your pool to bite me?” Susan croaked, “W… was it important?”

“Of course not.” Maleficent sniffed, laying her down on her back and standing. “Don’t be ridiculous. Now once you are able of standing make yourself presentable and meet me in the kitchens.” She turned and brushed a hand over her nude form before draping her robes over one arm and strutting away.

Susan whined miserably and immediately crawled to the towel, drying her trembling body as quickly as she could. She dressed and stumbled up the stairs, ignoring how her blouse pressed down on the bite.

Maleficent was not alone in the kitchens, Astra was stood mutely in the corner, head hung, not seeming to notice she was naked any more than she had in the throne room. “Milady? Wh… what would you have me do?”

Maleficent looked surprised but hid it almost immediately, replacing it with a look of disdain. “You will help Astra prepare the food she has brought for our feast tonight, you will do it in silence. The last thing I need is your fraternising with another beast.”

“Yes mistress.” Susan nodded, flinching as she moved her arm and made her blouse rub against the bite. A soft look of something similar to pride came onto Maleficent’s face before she took up her staff again and strode out of the room.

“Good girl.”

---

“How do you like your meal, sister?” Circe purred, sitting across the banquet table from Maleficent. Susan was knelt beside her mistress, her eyes drifting between Maleficent’s long green legs as they sat crossed beneath the table and Astra who was knelt beside Circe. Being taller than Susan by far, Astra’s head managed to look over the table without any effort, whilst Susan had to crane her neck to even see at level with the ancient wooden table. Astra’s body was magnificent, toned and muscular in all the right places, soft and feminine everywhere else. The slow rise and fall of her bosom was almost hypnotic, capturing Susan’s attention every few moments when she wasn’t watching her mistress for a command.

“Interesting.” Maleficent smiled thinly. “I take it you had a hand in its creation?”

“Eh, some foolish hero.” Circe chuckled. “I turned him into a pig.”

Susan let out a horrified squeak but quickly hung her head as Maleficent scowled down at her. She nervously looked up to see Astra’s pitying expression and a cruel grin from Circe.

“Your pet seems to be bothered by something, Maleficent.” She smiled quietly.

“She’s a fragile thing, pay her no mind.” Maleficent growled, smacking Susan with the butt of her staff.

“Come now sister, if she has something to say let her speak.”

Maleficent hissed and rubbed her brow before setting down her staff and folding her hands over the table. “Speak, girl.”

“It’s… nothing, my lady.” Susan whispered.

“Now now, don’t be shy. Speak up.” Circe cooed.

Susan glanced up at Maleficent, whose face was impassive, staring blankly ahead at Circe. “I… The Meat…”

“Yes?”

“It’s… a man?”

“Technically it was, yes.” Circe grinned. “But I turned him into a pig, so what’s the harm?”

“But it was a person. A… and you’re eating him!” Susan whimpered, staring up at Maleficent in horror.

“Susan be quiet now.” the sorceress murmured.

“But he was a person!”

“Silence!” Maleficent growled, turning her head and snarling.

“Astra be a dear and cut out the little thing’s tongue.” Circe smiled, taking another dainty bite from her plate. Astra stood mutely and picked up a short, straight sword from where it had materialised from thin air on the table. 

Susan let out a yelp of terror as the amazon vaulted the table and marched towards her. Astra swung the blade down towards, only to be stopped by Maleficent, who neatly batted her arm aside with her staff.

“Circe, if I want my pet mutilated I shall do the deed myself.” She hissed.

“I am merely trying to help.” Circe pouted, curling a finger to Astra, who set down the sword and obediently walked back to Circe’s side. “She seems suspiciously free-spirited for a slave.”

“I enjoy her spirit.” Maleficent muttered, “Girl, up.”

“M… Milady, perhaps… perhaps I should leave your presence. I’ve already embarrassed you.” Susan whined. Maleficent silenced her with a glance and she gulped, standing and stepping closer to the seat where her mistress rested. “Yes, my lady.”

“Eat.”

Maleficent brought her fork up to Susan’s mouth and held it out.

“M… my lady.”

“Eat. Now.” Maleficent growled, “Or I will be forced to reconsider Circe’s kind offer.”

“Go on love, it’s quite delicious.” Circe cooed, resting her chin on a hand and smiling cruelly.

Susan closed her eyes and leaned forwards, taking the meat into her mouth with her teeth before chewing it and finally swallowing.

“Good girl.” Maleficent said briskly, “Now sit and be silent so that my guest and I can dine in peace.”

“Actually, seeing your young thing’s terror has roused an entirely different appetite of mine.” Circe purred, “I shall take my leave.”

“Of course.” Maleficent sighed, setting down her cutlery immediately and standing. “But please, if you would do me a favour. Take my girl for the night. I would have her watch how a proper slave tends to her mistress.”

“Only watch?” Circe smiled hungrily.

“I will have her virginity for myself.” Maleficent nodded, tone firm.

“Ah, of course.” Circe purred, the hungry look in her eye not fading as she grinned at Susan’s trembling body. “Come along then, girl. Let’s show you how a woman serves her mistress.”

---

Susan let out a quiet whimper of terror as Circe pushed her down onto her bed, crawling towards her with a predatory grin. She skittered backwards until her back was against the wall, shivering as the cold stone pressed into her skin. “Comfortable?” Circe cooed, flashing another wide grin. She laughed shrilly and spun, scampering across the bed to where Astra was standing stoically. “Isn’t she magnificent?” she purred, pawing at Astra’s muscular belly.

Susan winced as circle padded around behind the amazon and bit her ear sharply, drawing a few droplets of blood that she licked from her lips. “Royal blood, no finer pedigree.” She smiled. “which only makes her all the more fun to humiliate. Like so.”

She twirled her wrist and Astra let out a quiet growl of pain, fists clenched as her spine arched and two immense wings sprouted from her back. Circe giggled and petted the feathered appendages as they trembled. “Beautiful, no? from Amazon to Angel with just a flick of my wrist.” She smiled and clenched her fist. “But I think I prefer her in this form.”

Astra let out a yowl of agony as her body collapsed inwards, cracking and groaning as bones and flesh rearranged. Circe chuckled and lifted the slim, lithe cat Astra had been transformed into and draped her over her shoulder. “Such a convenient form, isn’t it? my very own familiar, like those ridiculous ravens Maleficent insists on keeping.”

“Th… they’re not ridiculous.” Susan muttered quietly.

“Oh?”

“Sh… she uses them to send messages, and… and scout the forest.” Susan explained, “They keep us safe from attack.”

“Hmf.” Circe growled. “If she was half the witch she claims to be she’d welcome the challenge.” Astra let out a soft mew by her ear and she turned, scratching the black cat’s furry ear before lifting her and setting her on the bed. “Of course, I’ll feel much better after your attentions, kitten.”

She stroked down the cat’s spine and Astra returned to her human form, shivering quietly on all fours and breathing heavily. Susan watched warily as the amazon straightened up, gingerly touching her ribs and whimpering. Circe clicked her tongue and smiled broadly as Astra raised her head to look at her, she brushed a hand down over her body and her dress vaporised into mist, leaving her standing naked before the bed.

She was beautiful, but couldn’t hold a candle to maleficent in Susan’s eyes. She was slimmer and taller to begin with, but now that her clothes were gone Susan could see her smaller elegant breasts and narrow hips. She had odd markings over her waist, like some kind of writing, but Susan couldn’t read it, or even tell if it wasn’t more than an intricate pattern.

“What form shall we play with this evening, hmm?” Circe purred, taking Astra’s jaw in her hand. “We have an audience, after all. Perhaps something a little more… adventurous.”

Astra remained silent. Circe’s eyes narrowed, “Very well I’ll simply do as I please to you.” she yanked the amazon forwards, sending her tumbling onto the hard stone floor. “On your knees.” The amazon knelt and looked up at the sorceress quietly, dark eyes wandering over to Susan before dropping to the floor. Circe twirled her wrist and Astra gagged before opening her mouth and letting her tongue drop out, growing longer and longer until it was nestled in her cleavage. She panted for a moment before sighing and looking up at her mistress, the long slimy muscle twitching restlessly.

Circe grinned and curled a finger, sitting neatly down at the edge of the bed and chuckling as Astra stopped between her knees, refusing to meet her gaze. She turned and fixed Susan with a cold smile, “Watch and learn, girl.”

She snapped her fingers and Astra mewled softly, her tongue slowly reaching up and flicking against the sorceress’ petals. The amazon blushed darkly and brought her hands up to Circe’s thighs, holding onto them as she forced her inhumane tongue to slither back and forth over the sorceress’ cunt.
“This… is precisely what you shouldn’t do.” Circe cooed, reaching down and grabbing Astra’s tongue roughly, drawing a muted yelp from the amazon as she was tugged closer. Circe wound Astra’s tongue around her fist and smiled as the woman moaned in agony. “Astra knows me well, she’s been my slave for two years. She knows I don’t give a damn about her comfort, or for this gentle lovemaking she’s used to. I want to be fucked as hard as my dear pet can handle, and I will get what I want. Isn’t that right?”

Astra nodded quickly, tears sparkling in her eyes before she let out a sharp squeak. Circe, with one sharp yank, brought her fist, still wrapped in Astra’s tongue, down to her opening and sank it inside. The sorceress purred as her hand slipped into herself, pulling Astra along until she was nestled against her opening. “Get. To. Work.” Her hand emerged from her cunt, leaving the entirety of Astra’s tongue still inside. Astra moaned and began to move her head around, eyes tight shut.

Susan sat on the bed, watching uncomfortably as Astra brought Circe to a loud orgasm. Once upon a time she might have thought the display was hot, she might even have touched herself, but the terror she was feeling at being in Circe’s hands, the pain in her shoulder and the gnawing feeling she’d disappointed Maleficent kept her mute and motionless on the bed.

All night she watched in quiet horror at what Circe did to Astra, and even more so what she had Astra do to her. The poor quiet amazon was changed time and time again, growling with pain as her body snapped into new shapes to be debased. 

Circe had her in a form small enough to fit inside her sex, swallowing her whole and tugging her out just before she suffocated. She made Astra’s breasts so large the amazon couldn’t stand, her lips so fat that she couldn’t talk, and her backside so horrifically inflated she could even begin to move from where she sat. She made Astra sprout a cock and take her anally. She made Astra sink both hands into her greedy cunt. She made Astra sob and squeal as her body was twisted into the shapes Circe craved.

After hours of the most horrific sex Susan had ever witnessed Circe was finally satisfied, letting out a soft, rasping groan as Astra filled her with so much cum that her belly began to bloat. The sorceress’ eyes focused on Susan and she let out a low laugh.

“My, don’t you look sweet?” she mewled softly and twirled her wrist. Behind her Astra fell to the floor, whimpering softly. Circe straightened up with a slight wince and sighed, patting her belly. “That… is how a slave serves her mistress. She does what she is told, no matter how humiliating, no matter how much it hurts. Now…”

She clenched a fist and let out a soft murmur as Astra’s seed slowly seeped out of her hole, floating through the air into a single wobbling ball. “Whilst my sister said I couldn’t lay a finger on you; I think you’ve gone through tonight with far too little excitement.”

“Wh… what?” Susan winced, pressing herself back against the stone wall. Eyes darting up to the ball of semen looming over her.

Circe grinned and slowly tipped her hand. Susan had time to let out a sharp shriek before the orb landed on her with a wet slap. She let out a quiet sob of disgust and vaguely heard Circe’s voice ordering Astra to get up off the floor.

Susan yelped weakly as strong hands grabbed her and she was lifted into the air before being dumped back down again. Through the murky haze of sperm coating her vision she could see that she’d been sat down in Astra’s lap, nestled close against the amazon’s body. She whined quietly and tried to crawl away, only for the imposing woman to gently cradle her closer and begin to kiss her forehead, soft lips sucking the sperm from her skin.

Susan whimpered and struggled weakly in the amazon’s embrace as she was meticulously licked clean of Circe’s spunk, then set gently down on the bed by Astra, who refused to meet her eye. Circe sighed and chuckled to herself, petting herself as Susan slowly crawled to her feet. “There, much better. Now off you go. Go report to your mistress on all the fun we’ve had.”

Susan bowed her head and sprinted out of the room, trembling. She only stopped when she reached Maleficent’s chambers, her hand reaching for the handles to her door before freezing. What time was it? If it was still dark maleficent might still be sleeping, and waking her would certainly lead to worse things than Circe had done. She recoiled and sank to her knees, sitting and sobbing against the wall, waiting for her mistress to emerge.

Aria's Pet

After the citadel was destroyed in the final battle with the reapers, factions from across the galaxy searched for Shepard. Aria T'Loak found her first. Healed of her injuries and fitted with a control chip, Shepard now lives a content life as a stripper and personal cumdump of the Queen of Omega.

-o-o-o-

The thumping bass of Afterlife’s music was barely noticed by the citizens of Omega, just another part of the bustling ambience of the filthy mining station. No-one complained about the music, Aria’s word was law of course, in fact most people assumed the lousy soundproofing of Aria’s headquarters was deliberate, that she pumped the music out across the station to remind them her reach was inescapable.

For the dancers and guards who lived within the club, the sound was either intolerable or intoxicating. Many of the guards and younger dancers dealt with the noise, it was a nuisance, a literal headache most days, it was a pain beyond the groping hands the dancers had to deal with, or the constant brawling the guards faced.

It was different for the older dancers, Omega was like a drug, Afterlife was the purest cut. After a year or two the dancers stopped paying attention to the music, a few more they began to enjoy it, eventually it became another rhythm of their lives, like their heartbeat and their breathing. It became a part of them. The few women who lived past the drugs and the violence and Aria’s temper found it as hard to leave the music behind as they found going clean. The music was a part of them, it always would be, and around Afterlife there were always the women that had outgrown Aria’s fondness, sitting outside and craving to be let back inside where the noise and the smell and the feel of the club were strongest.

It took years for Afterlife to addict its girls to it, with one exception.

Jane Shepard tilted her head back and leaned into the rhythm of the bass, swaying in place with a small smile on her face. A hand slipped around her bare waist, another one of Aria’s whores, she mewed contentedly and took it in her own hands, spinning around with the stranger and giggling stupidly. All the colours around her were blending together around her, the face of whoever she was dancing with too blurry to see. Whatever she’d taken earlier was amazing.

A blue-skinned blur appeared and took her by the hips, pulling her close and kissing her throat. “Hi.” Jane giggled, pawing at the asari in return only to trip backwards over something and land heavily in a mound of pillows. “oops.”
A buzz around her throat made her shiver and she brought her hands up to the glowing collar, toying with the long leash that dangled from it. she grinned stupidly and slid a hand down to the gap in her dancer’s outfit, pawing at her sex through the sheer pink panties that covered them.

“Up.” The shadow holding her leash growled.

“Hiya.” She smiled, her other hand tracing vague circles in the air. “S’it time to play again?”

“Get, up.”

Jane’s leash was yanked sharply, and she whined, stumbling to her feet and falling against the Batarian looming over her. “Whoops.” Bray sneered and pushed her away, yanking the leash again and tugging her along behind him.
“You’re real tall.” Jane mumbled, pattering along beside him.

“You’re real chatty.”

Jane giggled and rested her chin against his shoulder. “You’re fun.”

“Only reason I haven’t gutted you is because of the boss.” Bray growled, pushing her aside. “Touch me again and I’ll be the bastard who killed Commander Shepard, Aria or not.”

Jane pouted. “Nobody would know, you know. Heh.” She stumbled again as Bray led her out of the room the dancers lounged in when they weren’t working, fucking or sleeping, affectionately named the ‘slut-pit’. “I’m dead, remember?”

“Sure, until one of these losers get chatty.” Bray growled, “then Commander Shepard is alive and well and everyone who loves and hates you will turn their eyes here.”

“Which is why anyone who so much as mentions my favourite pet outside of these walls gets a bullet to the head.” Aria drawled. Jane let out a giggle of excitement as she finally noticed she’d been led up to Aria’s throne, her owner and lover lounging contentedly on her couch with a cocky smile on her purple lips.

“Mmmm, Ariii.” Jane cooed, dropping to her knees and crawling on all fours to Aria’s knees. She crouched down and kissed the metal-capped boots of the queen of Omega, and then grinned up at her. “Hi.”

“Hello, Shepard.” Aria smiled; hands still folded over her lap as Jane pressed against her shins.

“You should call me Jane.” Shepard purred, kissing Aria’s knee. “You’ve tasted my pussy.”

“That I have.” Aria smirked, “And now you’re going to give me a dance.”

Jane walked her fingers up Aria’s thigh, nibbling her lower lip. “On you?”

“In front.” Aria said softly, “for now.”

“Ooooh.” Jane giggled. “Promises.”

“I’m not promising anything.” Aria drawled, “Now dance.”

Jane clapped with intoxicated glee and jumped to her feet, skipping a few feet away before turning and shooting a sultry glance over her shoulder to the matriarch who owned her. slowly, she began to sway on the spot, sinking into the rhythm of the music that had become a part of her life, until she was dancing easily to the beat. She sank down, her knees bending and her full ass curving for Aria’s viewing and rose back up. She spun. She swayed. She stroked her hands between her legs, over her tits and through her hair. She rolled her hips and shook her tits and moaned and mewled like the whore she was for Aria.

“Strip.” Aria called.

Jane grinned and slipped her hands into the cups of her dancers’ outfit, freeing her breasts one by one and cooing as the cool air from the fans played over them. She tugged at her nipples affectionately before continuing to dance, hands wandering about her body as she did. She slipped her shoulders out of the sleeves, rolled them down until her arms were as bare as her chest. Her muscular belly emerged as she spread her thighs and tugged on one of the little gold rings piercing her tits. Eventually she was knelt, her body practically rippling as her hips moved, wearing only the tiny pink panties of her outfit. She could feel Aria’s eyes on her, and Bray’s, and the people peeking up at the little sanctuary from the bar below, only seeing glimpses of a redhead dancing and stripping for the queen of Omega.

“Let me see that little pink cunt.”

“Yes mommy.” Jane groaned adoringly, unclasping the tabs on either side of her panties and feeling the satin flutter away. One hand reached back to support her as she arched her back, her sopping slit on full display. The other hand was stuck between her lips as she moaned, eyes fluttering with perverse delight. No one had touched her, and she was ready to cum already.

“Fuck yourself.”

“Yes Ari.” Jane croaked, immediately sinking two fingers to the knuckles into her twat. Her moan of delight was enough to get a laugh out of Aria, the pirate queen leaning forwards in her seat and lacing her fingers. “Mmm that feels so fucking good Ari.” She giggled, “Do you like watching me fuck my silly human pussy for you?”

“I enjoy seeing you act like the whore you are.” Aria grinned, “I knew what you were the moment you walked through my door. All that armour and confidence, strutting up to me like you were owed my respect. You’re a slut. You were born to live your life in places like this, belonging to people like me. Now you’re finally home.”

“Home.” Jane repeated softly. “I’m home, with you… Aria.”

“Damn right.” Aria smirked. “Now come sit in Mama’s lap.”

Jane sighed dreamily, hands slipping from her tender insides and up over her naked body until she rose up and stepped coyly to Aria’s feet. The matriarch leaned back simply, her thighs parted, the bulge in her leather pants mouth-wateringly visible. Jane mewed and lowered herself down, straddling just one of the pirate’s thighs and whimpering as her tender opening was pressed on by the muscular leg beneath it.

Aria clenched her fist, biotics humming as the gold slipped through Jane’s nipples and tongue and nose tingled with energy and pulled towards the asari’s purple fist. “You know what I want to hear.”

“I love you.” Jane moaned with a grin. Aria rolled her eyes and slapped Shepard sharply on the cheek.

“Sweet, but no.”

“I’m yours Miss Aria.” Jane pouted, “I’m your slut, and your slave. I’m your plaything.”

“And…?”

“I want to suck your big Asari Cock. I want to be your bitch, your babymaker. I want to be your trophy.” Jane moaned, “I want to sit on your lap with your babies in my belly and look pretty for all the people who come to see you. so, everyone knows who and what I am.”

“Atta girl.” Aria smirked, “You may cum now.”

“Thank you mama.” Jane groaned, immediately beginning to buck her hips against Aria’s thigh. Aria took her jaw in a hand, squeezing her tightly as she panted and mewed, her pussy rubbing against the soft leather. Aria’s thumb moved between her lips and she sucked mindlessly, lost in Aria’s dark eyes and the sensations of her slit. Her orgasm came quickly, her constant arousal and teasing having more than prepared her. she let out a soft whimper and stroked Aria’s hand as it squeezed her, eyes staring adoringly at the queen of Omega.

“I went to so much trouble to find you.” Aria breathed, “Healing you, putting you back together. Slipping that little chip into your brain… it was all worth it.”

“Mawha.” Jane purred wetly, Aria pulled her thumb away and patted her cheek. “Love you.”

“I know.” Aria smirked.

“C… can I taste you now?”

Aria sighed and leaned back, dark eyes scanning over Jane’s sweat-licked body. “Go ahead, pet”

Jane smiled giddily and slipped off Aria’s thigh, landing clumsily before skittering closer between her lover’s legs. She nuzzled her face against the fat bulge, barely constrained by leather pants, before reaching up and carefully unzipping Aria. Her package unfurled softly, resting over Jane’s hand.

She whined with adoration and cupped the fat purple snake, lowering her face to it and cooing. Asari skin was the softest thing she’d ever felt, so cool and gentle. On the occasions Aria let her share her bed properly she would barely sleep, instead pressing herself against Aria’s skin and tracing patterns with her finger over her body.

She kissed the underside of Aria’s cock, grinning to herself as she looked up past it at Aria’s expression. “So big.” She purred before kissing her again, working her way along the underside of the purple cock until she reached its head and slipped her lips over it. Aria let out a soft murmur as Jane began to sink further down her prick, blazing green eyes locked lovingly onto her face. She reached down and ran her fingers through the commander’s hair, gripping her head tightly. Jane let out a quiet “Muh?” of confusion, before Aria yanked her head down, spearing her throat with almost the entire length of her cock.

Jane gagged helplessly, hands moving from Aria’s sack to her thighs, petting her legs as Aria yanked her head up and down. She couldn’t breathe, spit was bubbling around her lips, she was in heaven. Her eyes lost focus and she surrendered herself to her mistress, her heartbeat and the bass and the rhythmic gurgling of her throat as she was facefucked drowning out anything else that might have mattered.

Time lost focus for a while, sensation shattering any capacity for her to think. She only came around as Aria pushed
her away, cupping her red cheeks in her palms. She forced a wet smile and was met with a gently pat to the cheek. “Up you come.”

Jane let out a quiet yelp as she was grabbed and lifted effortlessly by Aria, dumped on her back on the couch with Aria looming over her. she grinned and reached out, taking Aria’s hips and trying to pull her close. Aria smirked and smacked her hands away, pulling down her pants to her ankles and shoving herself between Jane’s quivering thighs. “Fuck me.”

“What do you think I’m going to do, cunt?” Aria grinned, grabbing Jane’s wrists and yanking them up above her head. “You thought I brought you up just for a dance?”

“Fuck… please.” Jane cooed.

Aria pressed herself forwards, spreading Jane’s petals easily and slipping deep into her with barely any effort. Jane howled in delight and wrapped her legs around Aria’s body, staring up gleefully as the pirate queen planted her arms on either side of her head and began to thrust in earnest.

“Oh fuck… mommy… fuck my stupid human pussy harder!” Jane begged, hands finding Aria’s cheeks and clinging to her. Aria growled and grabbed her throat, pressing her down into the leather of the couch, hips slamming forwards. Jane’s moans and squeals became muted splutters as Aria’s grip tightened, choking her. she smiled stupidly to herself, vision blurring into a vague purple shape towering over her.

Aria smacked her cheek sharply, making her giggle, eyes rolling back in her head as she was pounded. The music rushed through her addled mind as she began to lose consciousness, falling limply back under Aria with a brain-dead smile on her face. She mumbled something even she didn’t understand and cooed as a purple hand grabbed one of her tits and squeezed. The grip on her throat loosened and she choked, gasping for air. She blinked and smiled up at Aria, still rocking under the pirate queen’s thrusts.

“So pretty.” She giggled, reaching up and stroking her fingers over Aria’s lips. “We’re gonna have such beautiful babies.”

“Not if you don’t shut up, whore.” Aria hissed, “Obedience is pleasure, remember?”

“Too stupid to ‘member all that.” Jane moaned, pouting up at Aria as the asari bit her lip and sank herself as far as she could into her. “Mommy’s cock melts my stupid human brain.”

“I’ll put it simpler, just for you.” Aria growled, suppressing a smile as Jane blushed and trembled delighted beneath her. “Shut the fuck up.” She slapped her hand down over Jane’s mouth and squeezed, beginning to thrust again even harder than before. She hammered Jane so long she couldn’t keep track of it anymore, delighting in the rippling of her flesh as she was pounded and the muffled squeaks of arousal escaping between her fingers.

Jane’s green eyes stared blankly up at her, rolling about in her skull with every cunt-bruising slam of Aria’s hips. The pirate queen grinned, free hand attacking Shepard’s tits, squeezing and stroking and tugging at the rings slipped through her rosy nipples. The bitch was hers. The stupid, cocky, gorgeous Commander Shepard was her private cumdump. And the best thing was the brainless cunt loved it.

She released Shepard’s mouth and wiped her palm off on her hair before grabbing and pinning her against the window. She stared down into her private kingdom with vicious glee as eyes began to take notice of Shepard giggling and rubbing herself against the glass. “Tonight’s the night.” She breathed into Jane’s ear. “I want you to scream for me now.”

“Y… yesh… Ariii.” Jane croaked, practically glowing with glee as she rubbed her ass back against Aria’s hips. “Babies… knock me up…”

Aria grinned and smacked her hand against Shepard’s cheek, crushing her head against the glass and lining herself up with her sopping slit. Jane let out a sharp yip of arousal as Aria’s teeth closed on her ear and she forced herself inside, her cock burying itself deep in her desperately soaking hole. She began to move back against her, but was quickly knocked back into place by Aria’s vicious thrusts. Her legs bowed inwards as each violent motion beat the strength out of her, leaving her a howling, drooling toy for Aria to dump her seed into.

Hands clawed at her hips, teeth nipped playfully at her throat. The cool glass pressed tight against her breasts and belly, her own arousal smearing over it and rolling down her thighs. Almost everyone down below was watching her, and every single one of them recognised her. They saw who she was, what she was doing, how much she adored the treatment, and they laughed. Jane Shepard was alive again, and at once, the woman she had been was dead.

She squealed with delight as Aria finally erupted inside her, searing hot spunk filling her belly and splattering out over her thighs. Behind her Aria let out a self-satisfied mew and released her, leaving her to fall heavily to the floor. Her legs trembled uselessly beneath her as she sat, cheek pressed to the glass, fingers desperately trying to fill the void Aria had left.

Behind her Aria dropped heavily back onto her couch and sighed, snapping her fingers. “Someone hose the bitch off and drop her back in the pit.” She drawled. A pair of hands grabbed Jane and easily lifted her up, pulling her down the stairs and out of sight. “Maybe don’t tell the whores she’s knocked up, I don’t want the meat fighting over me!” She shouted as Jane’s ankles disappeared around the corner, before leaning back and sighing.

“Enjoy the show, kitten?”

She flipped a button on the armrest of the couch and opened a panel in the opposite wall. Ordinarily emergency weapons would have been inside, instead a bound asari flopped out onto her chest, trembling quietly. A nod from Aria had her guards lift the woman up onto her knees, letting Aria grin at her predicament.

Liara’s body shivered in the cold, bare tits heaving and thick cock straining against its bonds. Behind the glowing visor over her eyes, she was crying. “Y… you’re a… m…monster” Liara sobbed, “Turn her back… please… I don’t care what else you do j… just… just fix her?”

“You don’t like my pet?”

“Please.” Liara whimpered, trying to stare at Aria through the images flashing in her face. “I can’t bear it…”

“Well that is the point.” Aria smirked, gesturing for a drink. “How’s it feel knowing all those little blue babies you dreamed of are gonna be mine?”

“Let her go!” Liara howled, doubling over and straining against the glowing bonds wrapped about her.

“Or what?” Aria sighed, rolling her eyes. She accepted a tumbler of turian brandy from a girl and gave her a sharp smack on the ass in thanks.

“She… we have friends… they’ll come for her!”

“They did, kitten.” Aria cooed, leaning forwards and pressing her foot down on Liara’s cock just enough to make her groan in pain. “And now they’re mine just like her.”

“You’re… l…lying.” Liara whispered.

“Maybe.” Aria smiled, shrugging. “You’ll find out soon enough either way. Now that Shepard’s in a motherly way,
there’s no point hiding them all away after all.” Her dark eyes locked on Liara’s helpless form and her lip curled into a cold smile. “I wonder if they’ll even recognise you after all this time.”

The Genesis of Green Diamond

Blue Diamond just doesn't understand how Pink Diamond became Steven, neither does Yellow. When Blue Pearl explains sex they naturally decide to try it out for themselves. Two ruined Pearls and a fusion later, White Diamond finds she isn't at the top of the pecking order anymore.

-o-o-o-

“Yellow?” Blue called, slipping through the door into Yellow’s private sauna. Yellow let out a quiet groan and opened her eyes, sitting up.

“Blue.” She sighed, “This is the one point of my day where I am free of interruptions.”

“I’m sorry to disturb you.” Blue said softly, “But I had a question.”

“Then ask, Blue.” Yellow said, pinching her brow, “I am trying to relax.”

“Well, perhaps this might help?” Blue smiled slowly, gliding down to perch on of the ledges. “you know… Pink?”

“I am aware of her… him… Steven.” Yellow sighed.

“But he’s… not like us anymore, is he? He’s like a human.”

“Yes, Blue.”

“So, where did he come from?”

Yellow paused and frowned, eyes flitting over to where Blue was sat. “He… came from Pink? I suppose.”

“But also from that Greg human.” Blue pointed out. Yellow tented her fingers and scowled into the middle distance.

“I… understand your confusion.” She said finally.

It was at that point that Yellow Pearl darted into the room, screeching to a halt and pausing to catch her breath. “M…my Diamond… Blue… Blue Diamond is on her way… to speak with you.”

“Yellow Pearl has arrived, my Diamond.” Blue Pearl lilted.

“Pearl.” Blue said softly “You have been speaking to Pink’s Pearl, haven’t you?”

“That little reprobate.” Yellow growled under her breath.

“Yes, my Diamond.” Blue Pearl whispered.

“Has she told you how humans are… produced.” Blue asked, resting her chin on her hand.

“My Diamond, surely such concerns are beneath you.” Yellow Pearl sneered.

“Hush.” Yellow snapped.

“Pink’s Pearl says she has had only a little experience.” Blue Pearl began softly, “And unfortunately only with females.”

“What is a female?” Yellow demanded.

“Humans have two… types, my Diamond.” Blue Pearl explained. “Males and females, both are necessary for procreation.”

“Which is pink… Steven.” Yellow frowned.

“Male, my Diamond.”

“Other humans look more like us.” Blue mused.

“Females, my Diamond.” Blue Pearl agreed, “Males and females must interact in a specific manner for the production of a new human to occur.”

“How does this process work? Must the two be in an area suitable? What resources must the kindergarten have?” Yellow frowned.

“Humans do not require such things, my Diamond.” She said softly, a dark Blue blush came to her cheeks. “The females… produce the new humans within their own bodies.”

“How?”

“Males must… introduce a certain fluid into the female’s body, which will trigger the production of a new human.” Blue mumbled. “According to Pink’s Pearl the process is… extremely pleasurable for both.”

“You see Yellow.” Blue Diamond said, barely containing her excitement, “This is perfect for us.”

“Excuse me?!” Yellow Diamond yelped before coughing and regaining her usual superior demeanour.

“We’ve grown apart these past millennia.” Blue breathed, hands cupping Yellow’s cheeks. “Doing this could bring us together again, and help us understand Steven. If this process is as stimulating as Pearl says… isn’t it worth trying?”

“We are not human.” Yellow said firmly, trying to ignore the soft weight of Blue as she leaned close against her. “I doubt we could even do this if… if we were.”

“Yellow… please?” Blue purred, hands slipping down to Yellow’s shoulders.

Yellow groaned and nodded reluctantly. “What do you want me to do?” Blue smiled and kissed her cheek, standing and turning back to look down at her Pearl. Blue Pearl’s blush deepened and she nodded. 

“You must both disrobe, my Diamonds.” She breathed.

Yellow grumbled to herself and stood up, “This is utterly ridiculous, I don’t know why I entertain this n… nonsense.” She trailed off as Blue smoothly slipped her robe off her shoulders, sending the soft, dark fabric flowing to the floor. Blue sighed softly and ran her fingers through her hair as Yellow stared transfixed at her heavy blue breasts and wide, soft hips.

“Yellow?” Blue lilted, raising a brow and smiling at her. “Aren’t you going to take off your clothes?”

“I… yes, of course I am.” Yellow coughed, regaining her composure and removing her helmet, freeing her short golden hair. She closed her eyes and willed her outfit out of existence. Unlike Blue, she was expected to travel the empire, even engage in combat, a simple robe was out of the question and right now, she was far too impatient to take off every article of clothing one by one.

She stood nude before Blue, her cheeks glowing gold as her partner admired her muscular form and small, firm breasts. “Yellow you look marvellous.” Blue cooed, gently petting a rock-hard ab with a long blue finger. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you like this.”

“You… you look nice as well.” she murmured.

“What now, Pearl?”

“My Diamond… there are certain rituals to perform prior to the act, from what I understand.” Blue Pearl explained, gently nudging Yellow Pearl who was gaping up at the two naked Diamonds.

“Then by all means, instruct us.” Blue purred.

-o-o-o-

Moments later Yellow was blushing furiously, sitting back against the wall as Blue straddled her, cupping her face and kissing her fiercely. She mewed softly, eyes fluttering as her tongue was assaulted, the sensations were unlike anything she’d ever felt before, filling her with strange, alien urges. Her hands smacked against Blue’s voluptuous rump and began to play with the soft pads of flesh, sinking into her and stroking over her curves with delight. 

Blue smelled of something soft and fragrant, she knew it somehow, but couldn’t place it. Her taste was intoxicating. She trembled as her nipples pressed against Blue’s, the hard little stones rubbing and teasing each other as they moved against one another, hips rolling and chests heaving.

Blue pulled away, tongue still extended. A tiny string of their combined spit bridged their panting mouths. Yellow all but melted under Blue’s adoring gaze. “P… Pearl?” she croaked, turning her head. “Wh… what now?”

Blue Pearl cleared her throat and checked her notes, ignoring the heat between her slender legs, and the needy whimpers of Yellow Pearl as she stared in amazement at their mistresses.

-o-o-o-

“Oh, Bluuuuuuuuuue!” Yellow howled, pinned beneath her lover’s body. Blue’s soft, curvy form was draped over her own, keeping her pressed against the floor. Blue’s hands were gripping Yellow’s wrists, holding her down with remarkable strength as her lips toyed around Yellow’s jaw. Her knee split Yellow’s thighs and rubbed urgently at her sopping cunny, making the golden warlord melt beneath her into a puddle of pleasure.

“You taste magnificent.” Blue moaned, “Kiss me again.”

“B… Blue… What are you doing to me?” Yellow whimpered, “I… I’m melting.” Blue groaned with lust and covered her mouth with her own, tongue thoroughly exploring Yellow’s mouth once again. Yellow trembled with arousal, hands straining against Blue’s grip, desperate to stroke and claw and caress every inch of soft blue flesh she could.

“I want… I want you inside me…” Blue demanded, eyes glowing with desire. “Y… your hands, put them in me now!”

“Blue?”

“I feel so empty.” Blue whined, releasing her and pressing their foreheads together. “I need you inside.”

“My Diamonds.” Blue Pearl cooed from the side-lines. “I have an alternative.”

Blue groaned and released Yellow, who fell back weakly. She watched in awe as Blue arched her back and stretched her arms over her head, the fat globes of her tits heaving as she released a soft mew of arousal and fixed her gaze on the two Pearls. “Is that so?”

-o-o-o-

Yellow bit back a sob of need as Blue’s dainty fingers danced over her new appendage, a fat pole of meat as tall as Pearl. The cock twitched under Blue’s hand and a thick dollop of a cloudy white liquid rolled from its tip, landing with a soft splat between her legs. “How does it feel?” Blue breathed, admiring the new-grown phallus with fascination.

“It’s… ah… s… sensitive.” Yellow whimpered, gritting her teeth to bite back a moan as Blue nuzzled close and pressed the cock against her face.

“It smells.” Blue crooned, eyes crossing as she pressed the cock against her nose. “I want it.”

“My Diamond, you must prepare it.” Blue Pearl breathed, “Take it into your mouth, ensure it is properly lubricated.”

“Oh stars.” Yellow Pearl quivered.

Blue’s eyes burned with lust and she immediately dived for the cock, wrapping her dark, pillow-soft lips around Yellow’s head and making the once-formidable general squeal like a schoolgirl. “B… Blue!” she yelped, “I… I can’t! It f… feels… too… gooooood!” Her eyes crossed and she fell back limply, gurgling with ecstasy as Blue began to bob her head. Blue groaned as she was met with the thick salty flavour of Yellow’s pre. The wet slurping and gagging that came from her crotch washed over Yellow as she lay twitching on the floor, eyes fluttering as she groaned.

“Y… Yellow, how do I taste?” Blue groaned, slinging her leg over Yellow’s prone form and sitting herself over her face. Yellow whined as Blue’s sopping slit mashed against her nose, before gasping as Blue’s mouth engulfed her shaft again. The taste of Blue’s arousal on her tongue was intoxicating, she roared with need and latched her mouth over Blue’s cunt, sucking and lapping and delving her tongue as deep into her lover’s slick tunnel as possible.

“Oh Yellow.” Blue gasped, popping her mouth off Yellow’s head and panting with delight. “You’re so… passionate.” Yellow didn’t hear, her head already buried in Blue’s fat round ass, slurping at her pussy like a Gem possessed. Blue’s arousal was practically dripping from her chin as she panted and smothered herself, cock twitching excitedly inside Blue’s cheeks. Her hands clapped sharply against Blue’s rump, sinking into her cheeks and tugging them apart so she could wedge her face deeper into her cunt.

“Yellow!” Blue squeaked, “Your tongue! F… feels…. So good!”

“Keep sucking my Diamond!” Blue Pearl encouraged, “It’s almost ready.”

Blue moaned, nibbling her lip, and immediately sank herself back down Yellow’s cock until her lips brushed against Yellow’s hairless crotch. Her eyes fluttered as she was assaulted on both sides by incredible new sensations, before they rolled stupidly back in her head. A high, soft whine of perfect orgasmic pleasure escaped her stuffed throat as Yellow’s tongue brought her to her first ever climax. Her delighted gurgles vibrated against Yellow’s sensitive shaft. She let out a howl, strands of Blue’s nectar still tying her to her lover’s cunt, and came directly into Blue’s waiting throat.

Two of the supreme rulers of Homeworld twitched in orgasmic bliss, eyes crossing, fluids gushing between them as each came into the other’s mouth. In that moment, they began to melt from the pleasure, and each began to glow.

“Blue…” Yellow croaked, eyes fluttering, “Oh… Blue.”

“Feels… so fucking good.” Blue whined.

Each Gem mewled in confusion at the voices echoing in their heads and in perfect unison opened their eyes. Below them their Pearls were staring up at them in awe, all cute blushes and sticky thighs and absolute shock glowing in their faces. They reached out with an immense green hand and steadied themselves. “We… we’re… fused?”

“My Diamonds, how could you!” Yellow Pearl shrieked in dismay. “If White Diamond hears of this she’ll punish us all!”

“H… hush, Pearl.” Green Diamond murmured, voice soft, but commanding. They straightened up and leant carefully against the wall of the sauna, blinking at the long green arms stretching out from their body. “We’re… I’m so much taller.”

Green let out a low groan, her lower pair of arms moving down to grab her cock and squeeze it in need. “Oh… stars… It feels incredible.” They began to masturbate gently and laughed. “Stars… this is… I’m magnificent.”

“My Diamonds!” Yellow Pearl protested. “Fusion is forbidden!”

All four of Green’s eyes locked onto the tiny Pearl with worrying intensity. “Pearl… I am the Diamond authority, if I decide fusion is unbanned, it will be so.”

“My Diamonds the fusion is affecting your mind, White Diamond will never allow this!”

“Silence, Pearl.” Green growled, hands darting out and grabbing both little women from the ground, holing them up in front of their face. “Fuse.”

“M… my Diamonds?” Blue Pearl asked gently, remaining entirely still in Green’s grasp.

“Fuse, now.” green purred, “Or I’ll shove you both on my cock as you are.”

“My Diamonds you’ll shatter us!” Yellow Pearl squealed in horror.

“So fuse.” Green cooed with a small smile, “And maybe you will both survive.”

Blue Pearl was already shifting in Green’s hand, rolling her body in a smooth swaying motion and reaching out to Yellow Pearl. Yellow Pearl whimpered and began to dance as much as she could as well, reaching out to take Blue Pearl’s hand. There was a flash of light, and suddenly there was a small green woman nestled in Green Diamond’s palm.

The tiny green Pearl blinked in confusion, but before their brand-new mind could come to terms with itself, they were lifted up in Green Diamond’s fist and brought down to the immense pillar of cockmeat. “My Diamonds?” Pearl croaked in confusion before squeaking as two thumbs spread her legs and her petals, and she was pressed against the monstrous head of the Diamonds’ cock. She blinked and looked up. “Wait…?”

The thrust of Green Diamond’s hips split Pearl’s already painfully spread petals wider than her head. They howled in pain, but Green ignored them, pulling her further and further down her length. “It’s… not… enough.” Green growled to herself, snarling as Green Pearl’s jaw split open and her cock emerged from her ruined maw. “You’re still too small, too weak.”

Green Pearl said nothing, did nothing, little more than a thin green condom with arms and legs. Their newly formed brain already shattered into worthless pieces, the fragments that were left twisted by pain and humiliating pleasure.

Green Diamond moaned and stroked herself desperately, using the ruined Pearl fusion for extra stimulation as she pondered her predicament. “We need to cum.” they whined, hands a blur along her length, Pearl’s limbs waving limply in the air as she did. She sighed and fondled her immense breasts with her spare hands. “We have a planet of Gems,” they thought, “We could build a fusion big enough to take our cock.”

“Too many arms and legs. We need a female that can take us.”

They grinned with inspiration.

-o-o-o-

“Whiiiite?”

White Diamond frowned, eyes opening from her meditation. The voice was unfamiliar to her. she spun in indignation to face the intruder and froze, jaw hanging slack as she saw the Gem in the doorway.

“What have you done!” she demanded furiously as Green sauntered into the room, entirely nude and still masturbating with two of her arms. “Unfuse this instant!”

“No.” Green growled, advancing on her. “We don’t have to obey you anymore.”

“Unfuse or so help me I will break you apart!”

“We are two thirds of the Diamond authority!” Green hissed, leaping forwards and pinning White against the wall with her free arms. “And we did not make Pink leave! You’re a failure of a leader and a failure of a friend and now we will use you for the only thing you’re worth for anymore.”

Green hands tore at her robe, shredding the silvery fabric and clawing at White’s body. “What are you doing!” White shrieked. She was tossed easily onto the floor and pinned by Green’s arms, trembling as her lips found her throat. “Blue… Yellow… release me this instant!”

“We need to cum, White.” They hissed, “And your fat ass is the perfect dump for us to use.” White howled as an immense green cock slammed into her, driving a tunnel through her form and making her entire body glitch. Her heavy alabaster udders mashed against the floor as Green pounded down into her, moaning with delight as their cock was finally met with the warm, wet tunnel it had been craving.

“I… don’t… understand!” White mewled, panting into the floor of her sanctuary as she was ravished. The sensations she was feeling were intoxicating, she could feel her disgust for the fused form pummelling her rear evaporating by the second. “What is this!”

“This is sex!” Green crowed in delight, landing a sharp smack on White’s fat ass and watching the flesh jiggle pleasantly. “And it is magnificent!”

“Wh… what are you doing to meeeee?”

“Making… you… our… slave!”

White cooed stupidly as a green hand moved to press against her pucker, forcing a thick green thumb into her. whatever Green was doing to her was driving her mad. “B… Blue… you can’t be… happy with this…?” White cried out in one final desperate attempt to free herself.

“We’re very much in agreement that your lovely pink pussy is the best thing we’ve ever felt.” Green cooed, “And now that we’re one, our name… is… Green!”

White’s cheeks were burning pink by the time Green finally blew the load they’d been building since they’d come into the world. the once indisputable ruler of home world moaned with pleasure as something wet and sticky and boiling hot rushed through her form, filling every nook and cranny until it began to dribble out of her panting mouth and flared nostrils.

Green pulled out and smeared their cock over White’s blushing features with absolute glee. “You’re ours now.” they declared hungrily, “Our private jizztoilet.”

White bit back a sob of submissive need and nodded. Somewhere inside her there was a pop and she groaned, feeling two small solid things slide from her cunt and clatter to the floor in a pool of spunk.

“When you reform, we’ll do this all over again.” Green cooed to the two cracked Gems that had once been Blue and Yellow Pearl, before tossing them aside and smacking White’s ass, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her out of the room on all fours. “Come along cumhole. We have to thank Steven for making us possible.”

A question about previews.

It occurs to me that seeing a small excerpt of a story before the full version is posted may not even be something everyone is interested in.  Would people rather I just get on with it and post the full versions, or would y'all prefer the current set-up?

Commission: Shepard Shoots Samara

Samara has broken her code, and now lives in an intensely sexual relationship with Shepard. The thing is, it's not Shepard she's fucking. Samara keeps bringing the crew of the Normandy into Shepard's cabin and fucking them within an inch of their lives. All poor Shepard can do is sit and watch and take pictures of her lover and her friends going at it.

-o-o-o-

“Goddess… you are fun.” Samara cooed huskily, slender blue fingers stroking over Jack’s chin. She let out a soft gasp as a tattooed hand smacked against her rump before laughing. “Still life in you after all?”

“Still… kicking.” Jack rasped, sweat beading her brow. “B… but can we take a break… please?”

Samara grinned and leaned down, kissing her hungrily before sitting up. “I suppose a few moments to catch your breath could be forgiven.” She shifted and let out a moan as Jack’s cock slipped from her. she took a moment to scoop up the results of the past half hour from her azure and sighed, shifting over the bed and dropping nimbly to the floor.

Behind her Jack groaned and rolled off the bed, staggering towards the bathroom. Samara watched her go with a smirk before sighing and looking down at the third person in the room: Jane Shepard.

“Open wide, my sweet.” She cooed, lowering her hand to Shepard’s face and grinning as she slowly began to lick her fingers clean of Jack’s load. “Having fun?”

“I… yeah.” Jane blushed. “You?”

“Of course.” Samara smiled, “Jack’s an excellent lover.”

Jane’s blush deepened and she glanced away from her partner, the taste of Jack’s cum still heavy on her tongue. “I’ve got some nice shots.” She murmured, turning her attention down to the camera in her hands.

“Show me.” Samara said brightly, sitting back down on the bed and lying back. Jane smiled to herself and stood, sliding beside Samara and sighing delightedly as the asari wrapped her arms around her. Samara’s breath tickled against Jane’s skin as they cuddled, making her shiver and press close to her. She lifted the camera and began to scroll through her pictures.

Samara steps into the room, bare from head to toe save for her biotic stabilisers. Her icy eyes look to the bed, where jack is waiting, a slight smile comes to her lips. A hand brushes lightly down over a motherly hip as she looks at the night’s entertainment.

She kneels on the bed, straddling one of Jack’s legs. The biotic punk pressing against her back, one hand over her shoulder, stroking blue skin with gentle reverence. Her lips press against Samara’s throat, kissing her as hungrily as her other hand squeezes a soft blue tit. Samara’s smile widens into an amused grin as Jack presses against her, hungry for approval.

Jack’s expression turns twisted somewhere between arousal and anxiety, as Samara’s soft blue lips slide down her cock. Samara’s eyes are closed peacefully, her posture graceful as she lounges on the bed, resting her arms over Jacks’ lap as she slides her mouth downwards. Jack bites her lip, her eyes nervous as Samara holds her balls in one hand, squeezing her enough to show she’s in charge.

Their lips meet as Samara sits nestled in Jack’s lap, the biotic’s cock pressed tight between their bellies as strong blue hands hold her cheeks still for the kiss. Jack’s hands rest uneasily against Samara’s chest, her eyes are closed, her mouth is open for Samara to do what she wishes. The matriarch smiles into the kiss, keeping a vice-like grip on Jack throughout.

A tattooed hand cradles Samara’s ass as the asari finally begins to ride her. Samara’s grin is victorious, her hands press down on Jack’s small breasts, fingers exploring the two tattooed mounds. Jack winces under the exploring fingers, teeth pulling at her lip as Samara’s azure slides down her length. Samara’s mouth is open in a pleased pant, eyes staring down at jack’s squirming form with hunger. A smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she sees Jack’s submission even as the biotic claws at her thigh.

Samara’s grin is predatory as she leans back, hips mid-thrust downwards on Jack’s rod. Her hands grip the biotic’s legs for support, her legs are planted either side of Jack’s torso. Sweat is beginning to play over her body as she bounces, tiny droplets hugging her breasts as they bob with her movements. Jack’s brow is furrowed with effort, the slap of Samara’s rear against her, the desperation to hold back her orgasm, it’s all running through her head as she tries to hold herself back. She’s breathing through her teeth, cheeks burning red, her hands are clinging to Samara’s hips for dear life. She’s determined not to cum first.

Jack fails. Samara is beneath her now, legs hooked behind the biotic’s back. Blue fingers pull against slender shoulders, blue thighs pull at narrow hips, blue lips laugh as Jack groans and blows her load inside her. Pale blue eyes look straight at the camera as she grins and blushes, Jack’s cum rushing into her womanhood. Jack’s eyes are closed, mouth open in a despairing pant, she’s humiliated, she wanted so much to make Samara break first.

Samara stands, she was making her way towards camera when jack grabbed her arms and pulled her back. She bends over as Jack enters again, head turned to see the biotic and grin that her partner still has life left in her. Samara’s tits bounce with the violent thrust of Jack’s hips, rippling and rolling, dark nipples shifting, hard as steel. Jack’s face is set with determination. She’s exhausted, cheeks still burning, but there is no way she fails again. Samara doesn’t care if she does or doesn’t, she’s enjoying the ride and Jack’s adorable expression of concentration.

Samara moans, pressed against the glass of the fish tank. Her breasts pool against the cool surface, her ass ripples under the desperate thrusts from jack. Blue palms steady Samara as she laughs, forehead resting against the glass. Jack’s face is twisted into a snarl of furious lust, she claws at Samara’s belly, yanking herself forwards and burying herself in the matriarch again and again. Her lips find Samara’s shoulder and set to work, she can hear every groan and gasp of ecstasy from the asari, all they do is cement the need to win in her mind. She will make the asari cum, make her lose her composure.

Jack has her on the floor now, draped over the steps from entryway down to the bed. Samara rests her head in her hands, smiling quietly as Jack continues to hammer her. her eyes are closed, her mouth pulled into a small smile. Behind her, Jack kisses her back, hands clinging to blue ribs. She’s tiring, sweat is rolling down her forehead, her grip is loose. Samara is pressing back against her just as much as she is thrusting and still the matriarch isn’t showing more than a thin sheen of sweat for all the effort.

Jack’s patience is long gone, her desperation paramount. She has Samara chest-down on the floor, sprawled helplessly, moaning and sighing delightedly as Jack pounds down at her. the biotic’s hands are at her back, her knees locked beside the asari’s hips, she snarls down at Samara. Their meeting is a sopping mess, Jack’s cum and Samara’s dripping arousal, it’s spreading across their thighs, every recoiling thrust draws strings of it before they slam back together. Samara’s head tilts back, eyes closed, mouth open in a groan of lust. Jack pushes down, teeth bared, shaved hair sparkling with droplets of sweat, caught in the peach-fuzz.

Jack wins. Samara’s womanhood is flushed and sopping wet, her fingers are exploring the sensitive petals, her cheeks burn a deep, dark blue. Jack is sprawled against the wall, a look of relief on her face. It’s not over. Samara’s lips toy with Jack’s cock, lapping the mess from her pale skin. Her eyes are still burning with hunger. Jack bites back a groan of pain as Samara’s tongue rolls over her over-stimulated sex. Samara’s fingers sink to the knuckles into herself, Jack’s victory is hollow, one climax was never going to be enough for Samara.

Jack’s out, barely conscious as Samara straddles her on the bed once again, sinking down onto her rod. She moans helplessly, hands holding onto the asari’s hips more for support than anything else. She chokes. Samara’s hands are around her throat as she bounces, the hunger in her eyes almost glowing with intensity. Her mouth is open in an animalistic pant, her breasts bouncing, her hips rolling. Jack can barely move, let alone talk.

Samara laughs, head thrown back, body arched in a delicious curve. Her hands toy with herself, sinking into heavy blue tits, exploring soft blue lips. Jack is still deep in her, but no tattooed hands are touching her motherly frame, no pink tongue is making its way over her skin. Jack is laid out on the bed, eyes rolled back, mouth open in a breathless pant as Samara bounces her full round rear against her. The asari’s eyes are closed in delight, her fingers stroking through cum and quim to play with her petals as Jack remains firm within her.

Samara stands. A cascade of liquid pours from her, coating slender fingers as they play about her cunt. She turns towards camera with a soft, fond smile, leagues away from the hungry, feral grin she showed jack. Sweat droplets hug her body, rolling down her belly, over her breasts, down into the mess of her sex. The hunger in her eyes still glints, but it’s softened, sated by Jack’s efforts. Behind her, Jack lies exhausted, staring up at the ceiling.

“You have a talent, kitten.” Samara purred as the last photo scrolled by, hand stroking through Jane’s hair. She was wet against Jane’s bare thigh, the mess sticking to her skin. Jane whimpered as a strong blue hand drew her up into a kiss. Samara smelled of sex, tasted of cum, but Jane was delighted by the simple affection.

Samara had slept with half of her team by now, from Miranda through to Tali. Even Liara when Jane had introduced the two. Every time Jane would sit quietly out of the way and watch Samara have her fun, she would squirm and moan and masturbate and when it was over Samara would come back to her.

“You… taste of jack.” She mumbled softly. Samara laughed and kissed her again.

“And you know how jack tastes… how?”

Jane laughed softly. Samara was only teasing of course. “I… I was thinking, we’re headed to the citadel… we could get dinner somewhere?”

“That sounds nice.” Samara smiled, touching her chin gently. “Now be a dear and clean me up?”

“I… yes, Samara.” Jane murmured, shuffling down between the matriarch’s legs. She whined as Samara tousled her hair and then pushed her firmly against her crotch. Jane winced at the mess smearing against her face, but opened her mouth and began to lap it up, cleaning the matriarch’s cunt without question.

“Good girl.” Samara purred, fingers tugging at her hair playfully. “Clean up that mess for mommy.”

There was a tired laugh behind Jane and Samara glanced up, grinning hungrily. “Care for another round Jack?”

“No offence.” Jack groaned, “But I’m never doing this again.”

“None taken.” Samara purred, “I had fun, thank you.”

“Yeah… sure.” Jack sighed, “See you around cuckmander.”

Jane growled into Samara’s sex and felt the Matriarch’s fingers tighten around her scalp. “That’s not nearly as funny as you think it is, Jack.” Samara said softly, an edge in her voice.

“Made me laugh.” Jack shrugged, ignoring her. “See you cunts around.”

The door hissed shut and Jane sighed, pulling away from Samara and scowling. Her Asari lover sighed and glanced down at her, petting her cheeks fondly with her thumb. “You shouldn’t listen to her, kitten.” She said gently, “What we do makes you happy, doesn’t it?”

“I… yeah.”

“And I certainly enjoy myself.” Samara smiled, guiding her down again and cooing as Jane resumed her work. “Do a good job and I’ll make us a reservation somewhere nice on the citadel. My treat.”

“That’d be nice.” Jane mumbled.

“Maybe afterwards we’ll have some fun alone.”

Jane smiled slightly and set to work.

Maleficent's Mate

A peasant girl is kidnapped by the legendary sorceress Maleficent, and enslaved in her isolated castle. Ordinarily this would be a terrible situation, but for whatever reason, Maleficent drives her new pet absolutely wild with lust. Something hardly helped by the witch releasing some of her tension by throat-fucking her to relax.

-o-o-o-

“I know you I walked with you once upon a dream.”

The song echoed lazily inside Susan’s mind as she wandered through the forest. The path through the trees was so familiar to her that it took almost no conscious thought for her to follow it, letting her drift along and hum to herself, occasionally singing the lyrics when she managed to remember them.

The light was beginning to fade, thin beams of orange twilight shining through the thick canopy of the forest. She thought for a moment she should quicken her pace, but the soft, ethereal light the forest had been bathed in was extremely pretty, surely it couldn’t be any harm?

“But if I know you, I know what you’ll do.” She sang to herself, hopping lightly over a branch in her path. She stumbled slightly and gasped as her ankle flared with pain. Her arms shot out to catch herself, but instead of colliding with hard, sun-baked earth, she fell against soft, smooth robes.

“You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.” A low purr continued. Susan yelped and released the woman’s thighs, dropping heavily to the floor. She rolled onto her back and stared upwards. “Good evening.”

“I… I’m so sorry.” Susan gasped, scrambling to her feet and bowing her head to the older woman. “I was so careless, I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Not at all, my dear.” The woman smiled. Susan brushed dirt off her hands and glanced up, freezing as she saw the woman’s face, smiling out at her from under a soft black shawl. She was gorgeous, the most perfect woman Susan had ever seen. She was smitten immediately, her cheeks flushing and the capacity to speak in full sentences rapidly vanishing. The stranger was older than Susan by at least two decades, perhaps in her mid-forties. She was taller and slimmer than Susan, paler too, her skin as white as chalk. Her raven hair was curled elegantly about her head beneath the shawl and her full, soft lips were painted black. Under her silky purple dress, her figure was immaculate, full breasts and wide hips and long, long legs that were enough to make Susan’s knees go weak.

“I… who… you?” she stammered.

“My name is… Marian.” the woman purred, hesitating when speaking her name, not that Susan noticed, she was too bust staring at the woman’s hands and thinking about how wonderful they would feel stroking over her naked, sweaty body. “And who might you be?”

“Uh… Susan.” 

“Susan… such a pretty name.” Marian sighed, “Why is a girl as lovely as you wandering the woods alone?”

“I… was just going home.”

“You live near?” Marian smiled. “From the village I assume?”

“Yes.” Susan muttered bitterly.

Marian bowed her head and gently stroked her shoulder, her expression showing her intrigue. “Such a curious answer, my dear.” She cooed, “You don’t enjoy living there?” 

Susan shrugged, “It’s just so dull.”

“Well, where I reside things are far more… exciting.” Marian purred, “Please, allow me to invite you for tea.” Susan frowned; her lips pursed. Suddenly the woman seemed a lot less attractive and a lot more dangerous, her tone and her words were enough to set her warning bells ringing.

“I would love to.” She smiled hesitantly. “But I must get back to my father, perhaps some other time?”

The woman’s smile didn’t falter. “Oh, surely you can spare a few minutes?”

“I would, but it’s really quite urgent, see… um, my father has been ill, and I was just running to fetch some herbs to sooth him.” Susan lied.

“I see.” The woman breathed quietly, “I happen to be somewhat of an expert on the ailments of the body, perhaps I could tend to him?”

“No, no I don’t think so.” Susan smiled awkwardly stepping back along the path a few steps. “It was… it was nice meeting you.” She turned and fled, making it all of two strides before she ran into the woman and stumbled backwards, her mind reeling as to how she had moved into her path so quickly. The woman’s smile was, if anything, even wider.

“Well, at least you didn’t wander in without any fight.” She purred before throwing out her hand and enveloping them both in a thick, green mist.

///

“M… my lady?” Susan called nervously, holding out a bright white rose to the shadowy figure lounging above her. “I… I’ve completed my tasks in the garden, and… and I thought… perhaps you might like to see my work?” the shadow moved, and a low, bored sigh emanated from the dark throne. Her answer was a single, black-robed leg swinging down from its place atop a knee, and a high-heeled boot clacking against the stone dais.

“Tell me girl, why did I bother bringing you here?” the lady of the house’s voice hissed, her smooth, cruel tones both scaring and exciting the girl. She shifted restlessly on her knees, trying to keep the hand holding the rose from shaking.

“B… because you… needed a gardener?” she offered weakly, her mind settling reproachfully on the past month she’d just spent wading through thickets and brambles trying to clear the castle’s vast gardens as she had been commanded. A gloved hand twitched and the rose erupted into emerald flames. Susan yelped and threw it aside, rubbing her singed fingers.

“I was bored.” The lady growled, “and continue to be. I had hoped you would at least put up some resistance, but you’re so weak-minded you’ve all but submitted to my every whim.”

“Is… isn’t that what you wanted?” Susan whispered.

“Hardly.” The lady sneered, “Most of my guests resist me for months, if not years, and yet you cower at my boots at the most meagre threats after little more than a week.”

“S… sorry, my lady.” Susan whimpered, hanging her head. There was a sharp snarl from the throne and she flinched, averting her eyes as her new mistress stood and stalked down towards her. A black heel appeared, followed by long flowing black robes. A single, gloved hand came down to her chin and tipped her head up to look at her mistress properly.

All throughout the land the legend of the witch, maleficent, was known. How she had terrorised a faraway kingdom, how she had cursed the baby princess and when she was foiled had crept into the forest and vanished, only to emerge leagues away and begin her reign of terror anew. Susan had never truly believed that she was real, that she’d terrorised the land for years before abruptly vanishing. The story her father had told her was that for the first time a curse of the witch’s had been broken without fairy intervention and that the sorceress had taken revenge by kidnapping, defiling and murdering the woman who had insulted her magics, her mother. Looking up at her now, Susan had no doubts that every tale was true.

Maleficent’s face was a pale green, her features cruel, but not without beauty. Her high cheekbones, full lips and long, dark lashes were truly fitting of royalty, and her impressive bust, what could be seen behind her loose robes, certainly didn’t detract from her chilling attraction. Her long, slender legs carried her with confidence as she stalked deliberately around Susan, a single, gloved hand resting atop the girl’s head.

“Your mother was the only woman alive to have broken a curse of mine.” The witch drawled, “For that, I respected her, yes I took and broke and murdered her, but I respected her nonetheless.” Her grip on Susan’s hair tightened sharply, yanking her head up and drawing a squeal of pain from the girl. “You, on the other hand, are utterly normal.” She uttered the last word with unimaginable hatred.

“Please…” Susan whined pathetically, being met with a harsh slap to the cheek for her efforts.

“Not even a single spell spoken, and you crawl on your knees like some mutt.” She continued, “By the goddess, a simple change in form and you were near ready to wander back to this place of your own free will!” The witch paused and let out a soft, cold chuckled, stooping to finger Susan’s pale chin. “Very well, as it seems humiliation is perfectly acceptable to you, perhaps it will bring me some amusement to test just what your limit is?”

“N… no. please… I just… please don’t hurt me?” Susan whimpered, “I just want to go home.”

“I burned your home.” Maleficent spat, “I incinerated your village, your father, your friends, and now, you will kiss my boots.” Susan paused, blushing.

“M… my lady?”

“Kiss… my… boots.” Maleficent hissed, conjuring a long, curved sword and pointing it at her. She smiled cruelly, “and thank me for murdering your family.” 

Susan whined pathetically and bowed her head, slowly extending her tongue and dragging it over the soft leather of the witch’s boot. She gulped as the sword’s point rested just over her ear and pressed her lips to Maleficent’s foot. “Th… thank you, my lady.”

The witch’s hand twisted slightly and the blade nicked Susan’s ear, drawing a small drop of blood. “Thank you for what?” she asked softly.

“Th… thank…y…you for… m… murdering my… f… father, and m… my brother… and my friends.” She sobbed meekly, kissing the witch’s boot between each word.

“You are very welcome.” Maleficent drawled, withdrawing the sword and spinning it lazily in her hand as Susan sobbed and slathered her boots with her tongue. “Such a filthy girl, my how your mother would have hated you. After all I’ve done to your family, here you are, your mind unsullied by my sorcery, lapping at my shoes like a well-trained hound.”

“N… no.” Susan whispered miserably.

“Would you care to repeat that?” Maleficent hissed, the blade returning to hover by Susan’s face.

“I… I said…. N… no.” Susan squeaked, dropping her face to the floor. “My lady.”

“No?” the witch repeated slowly. “No… what?”

“I… don’t believe my… mother would have hated me.” Susan breathed, quickly adding. “My lady.”

“Perhaps…” Maleficent purred, surprising her. She glanced up to see a small smile gracing the witch’s terribly beautiful face. “Perhaps she would have been proud. She did such filthy things for me herself before the end, before I cut her throat and left her body for the wolves to devour.”

“Liar!” Susan snapped, the implication that her mother had debased herself for the witch’s amusement appearing to be the line she couldn’t abide by. The blade flashed and she shrieked, a long, thin cut opening on her cheek.

“If you ever… ever… raise your voice in my presence again.” The witch breathed coldly, “I will kill you.” Susan’s tears resumed as her anger was replaced by hopelessness.

“My… apologies, my lady.”

Surprisingly, the witch chuckled, “Ah, I had hope for a moment that you might have had some spirit buried deep in your heart.” She shook her head. “Alas, you are as meek and pathetic as I had feared. Very well then…” she stood from her throne again and dismissed her sword with a wave, casting it aside where it exploded into dark smoke and vanished. “if you cannot be humiliated, and you cannot be broken, all that is left is for me to find what pleasures I can take with you.”

“P… pleasures?” Susan squeaked, a dark, unpleasant part of her mind trembling with excitement.

“Did I misspeak?” Maleficent asked with a sneer, “Tell me girl… can you sing?”

“N… not well, my lady.”

“Can you dance?”

“I… have never tried, my lady.”

“Do you know how to relieve stress and pain with your touch?”

Susan blushed deeply. “I… have not before, my lady.”

Maleficent raised an elegant brow. “My, what a curious answer. My pet seems almost eager to exchange her role as gardener for that of masseuse.” She smiled and interlaced her fingers. “Why could that be?”

“I… will do as my lady commands.” Susan mumbled.

“Your lady commands an answer, pet.” Maleficent growled.

“I… you….” Susan breathed, cheeks burning, “You are… I… I am curious to see how it feels.”

“My dear.” The witch cooed, “If I didn’t know better, I would say you were smitten by me. Surely that can’t be the case?”

“I… I desire… to touch you. My lady.” Susan admitted, hanging her head.

“And?”

“I desire… to… to kiss you, my lady.”

“Go on.”

“I desire… to… make… love to you, my lady.”

“Make love.” The witch repeated softly, smiling. “Such a sweet turn of phrase, I have another for you, one I think is more becoming your station as a mongrel. ‘mate’. You do not crave my touch, nor my kiss, you crave a mating. You yearn to be possessed and controlled by your mate, not cared for and cherished by your lover. So, my little pet, I ask again, how do you desire me?”

“I desire…” Sarah repeated, her mind racing to find the words that would please the jade-skinned sorceress. Her eyes widened with realisation and she bowed her head. “I desire that you would give me what I deserve, my lady.”

Maleficent’ soft chuckle rewarded her and she blushed, feeling so tantalisingly close to her deepest, darkest desires being fulfilled. “I shall.” The soft voice breathed. “All in good time.”

Susan was lifted by invisible forces and dragged from the throne room, staring in horror as Maleficent reclined on her throne, a cruel smile on her lips. Susan wailed and tried to throw off the phantom hands, failing miserably, utterly powerless as they set about their work. Her clothes were torn from her body, and she was thrown into a tub of freezing water, brushes and soap swirling around her, scrubbing her clean roughly. As she splashed weakly in the tub, scissors and razors flew at her, shearing away her long blonde hair until she was left with only a short straw-coloured fuzz. The blades descended her squirming body, expertly shaving her of all her hair from the shoulders down to her wriggling toes.

Susan was tipped roughly out of the tub and half beaten to death by towels until she was bone dry. Coughing and spluttering, she managed to crawl away from them and collapsed weakly, looking at herself in the grimy mirror that leaned against the far wall. Her hair had been cut down to a centimetre tall fuzz over her scalp, the sides and back shaved down even further, turning her head she saw a distinct ‘M’ carved into the back of her head.

The hands grabbed her again and dragged her to a small, dingy room with only a single bed in it before she could even begin to process the pain from her rough bathing. A tiny window overlooked the ragged, overgrown mass of brambles and weeds that was the castle grounds, where she had spent the last few weeks trying to fight back nature for Maleficent’s amusement. She yelped as she was squeezed into a small black blouse and her throat was clasped by a heavy leather collar, her ankles similarly bound.

Then she was left alone to whimper and shiver in the cold with mixed terror and shame.

It was morning when Maleficent finally summoned her, the only command being a strong, irresistible tugging of the ring set into the front of her collar. She jogged to the throne room, trying to keep the collar from yanking her off her feet. Maleficent wore her usual black and purple robes and reclined in her throne, her legs crossed and her fingers laced peacefully in her lap. “Good morning, my pet.” She smiled. “How did you sleep?”

“Wha… urk.” Susan choked, trying to yell at her new mistress only for the collar to contract about her throat.

“How… did you sleep?” Maleficent repeated softly.

“I… didn’t.” Susan wheezed, gasping with relief as the collar released her.

“What a pity.” The witch purred, still smiling. “Come to me, don’t be shy.” The collar tugged her to Maleficent’s side and pushed her down to her knees.

“My, don’t you look pretty all dressed up?”

Susan flinched as a soft green hand stroked over her jaw. She whimpered weakly as Maleficent patted her cheek and opened her mouth to speak, only to be hushed.

“Ah ah, you don’t speak unless spoken to.” She chided. “From now on, you will be waiting on me hand and foot, a meek, submissive maid. If you perform well, I may even reconsider slaughtering you like I did your mother.”

That was enough to convince Susan, who whimpered and bowed her head. “Good girl.”

It wasn’t exactly the arrangement Susan had expected, but Maleficent’s approving hand resting against her shoulder as she pattered along beside the sweeping figure of the witch was far from the worst she had imagined in the night. she raised a trembling hand and winced as Maleficent glanced down at her. “Yes?”

“Wh… what exactly are my duties?” she asked meekly.

“You will clean this castle from top to bottom every day either until I am satisfied, or I grow impatient with you.” Maleficent purred coldly, “You will bring me my meals, you will bathe me, you will tend to my whims without complaint. If you please me, I will allow you to tend to my form as I so desire.”

“Yes, my lady.”

They descended a staircase and emerged into an immense cavern of roughly hewn stone. A small pool rippled softly at the centre of the cave, too deep and dark for Susan to even guess how deep it went. Steam filled the air, rising from smaller pools dotted about the cavern. Maleficent set down her staff and sighed softly in the heat, spreading her arms. “Undress me.”

“I… yes, my lady.” Susan blushed, nervously reaching up and unclasping the witch’s cloak, neatly folding it and setting it down on a small stone shelf set at the foot of the stairs. She brushed the next layer of robes of Maleficent’s lean shoulders and set them down, then gingerly removed the final layer of soft purple silk. The witch raised a brow as Susan stared at her soft green body, covered only by a soft black brassier and form-fitting underwear that clung to her hips.

“My underwear, pet.” She commanded with a low growl.

“At once… my lady.” Susan squeaked, trembling as she reached up and unclasped the back of her bra, blushing as it fluttered down, freeing the heavy green globes of the witch’s breasts. They were gorgeous, utterly flawless. Each one a perfect tear-drop shape, capped by dark emerald nipples. Susan let out a quiet, desperate whine and blushed deeper, wanting nothing more than to bury herself between the fat green orbs and worship them with her tongue.

“Pet.” Maleficent growled warningly.

“Sorry my lady.” Susan breathed, kneeling and tugging down the witch’s underwear, setting them atop her robes and turning back. She stared helplessly at Maleficent’s lean, feminine frame as she padded towards the pool, her voluptuous backside jiggling softly with every step. She bit her lip and whined as the witch turned, smiling smugly down at her. 

“You may watch, if you please, but if you touch yourself I will cut off your fingers.” She purred before stepping out and dropping into the pool. She vanished in a second, the tips of her horns submerging with a soft ripple before the pool became calm and still again. Susan watched on anxiously, waiting for her to resurface, unconsciously holding her breath.

“Hah.” The witch sighed, bobbing to the surface and floating on her back, her breasts floating above the water as she smiled peacefully. Her eyes opened and she chuckled, watching Susan. “Nervous, my child? Afraid for your mistress?”

“Y… you were under the water for minutes.” Susan mumbled.

“I was.” The witch chuckled, “Come to the edge my dear, come to me.” Susan gulped and walked warily up to the edge and kneeling. She blushed as the witch floated close and pushed herself up with her forearms, baring her upper body seductively, “Aren’t you precious, lusting after an old woman so helplessly. You must be such a needy young harlot.”

“You don’t look old.” Susan mumbled. “And I’m not a harlot.”

“Oh? Then you weren’t wishing you could touch my breasts?” the witch breathed, leaning closer, “You didn’t wish you could touch me, kiss me, you didn’t wish I’d trap that pretty face between my thighs?”

“I… I wish that… I wish it all.” Susan whimpered, “b… but…”

“But it will never happen.” Maleficent purred, spinning, “Now scrub my back, and don’t touch the water.”

“Why not?” she asked nervously.

“Because I will eat you alive if you do.” The witch growled. Susan gulped and picked up a brush, beginning to scrub down the witch’s green-skinned back. “I wish to hear you sing, girl.” Maleficent sighed after a while. Susan paused, glancing at her face from under her arm, where she was dabbing at the witch’s ribs with a sponge. Maleficent’s eyes weren’t open, a small smile was playing on her lips, she looked almost peaceful.

“I… I’m not very good.” Susan muttered apologetically.

“Hence why I ask.” The witch chuckled, “if I am to enchant your voice I must know what changes need to be made, so sing.”

“I…. y… yes my lady.” She blushed before clearing her throat and beginning to sing quietly.

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream
I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam
Yet I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem
But if I know you, I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream
But if I know you, I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once
The way you did once upon a dream

“Oh!” she gasped, accidentally dropping the sponge as Maleficent turned her head and fixed her with an odd, mournful expression. “I’m sorry, I’ll…” she reached down to retrieve the sponge, but no sooner had her fingers brushed the water Maleficent leapt forwards with an inhumane growl, her eyes flashing a bright, glowing green. Susan yelped as she was lifted into the air by one of the witch’s arms and then sent crashing against the far wall of the chamber.

“You do not touch this pool.” Maleficent roared, her voice amplified monstrously, her naked form being propelled out of the water and landing lightly on the soaking cobblestones of the floor. “Not ever, if I find you so much as looking at it without my permission I will tear you limb from limb!”

“I’m sorry!” Susan squeaked, “please! I forgot! It was an accident!” the green glow in the witch’s eyes died and she stopped her advance, pausing and taking a deep breath, her hands brushing over her horns lightly.

“Make sure…” she said breathlessly, “that it does not happen again. I will not be held responsible for what I do to you if you fail to obey my commands.”

“Yes, my lady, I’m sorry my lady.” Susan nodded quickly. “I was clumsy… and then you were looking at me and I got embarrassed, so I tried to fix it but…”

“Stop.” Maleficent said softly, “I do not care to hear your excuses, you broke one of my commandments, you are lucky I showed such restraint this time.”

“Yes, my lady.” Susan agreed quietly.

“Very well… dry me, I am no longer interested in bathing further.” The witch scowled.

After towelling down Maleficent’s flawless jade body, Susan trailed after her, carrying her staff, through the dark, lifeless corridors of the castle. She didn’t ask any questions, in fact she tried to stay as quiet and unnoticeable as possible, lest the witch see something else that angered her. The sorceress sighed and stepped up to her throne, taking back her staff without a second look and tapping it gently at the foot of her throne. She mumbled something quiet in a sing-song voice before turning and eyeing Susan with mixed hunger and curiosity. “stand still.” She commanded, before bringing the orb at the end of her staff swinging through the air, stabbing it sharply against Susan’s throat and drawing a strangled yell of pain from Susan.

She coughed roughly and clutched her throat for a moment, choking and gagging on nothing to the point that she fell to her knees, eyes watering and legs going weak. Maleficent gently guided her gaze upwards and frowned down at her. “Speak, girl.”

“Wh… what did you do to me?” she asked, then stopped, clutching her throat. Her voice had completely changed, gone was the soft, high, lilting tone she was used to. Instead her words came in a husky, sultry purr that sounded incredibly lewd and seductive. “My lady?”

“Mmm, now that’s a voice I will gladly listen to each day.” Maleficent chuckled, toying with Susan’s lower lip. “Say that you love me, girl.”

“I love you my lady.” Susan purred.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, my lady.” Susan obliged, blushing at the soft, sexy voice she’d been gifted.

“Good girl, now up you get.” The sorceress smiled. “Tomorrow I will begin the enchantments to make you physically suitable for my court, until then, sit upon my throne.” Susan frowned, but obediently went up to the ornately carved chair and sat. suddenly invisible hands grabbed her limbs and she found herself pinned helplessly against the carved stone; her arms trapped above her head.

“Ah! M… my lady?” she whimpered quietly. Maleficent purred and slipped her thumb into Susan’s mouth, toying with her lips and chuckling. She set down her staff, rolled her shoulders, and then hiked up her robes to her waist. Susan stared as the witch stepped closer, twirling her wrist and conjuring an obsidian cock almost the length of Susan’s own forearm.

“Please me, and perhaps I will spare you what I have planned.” Maleficent smiled, uncharacteristically gently, her hand stroking through Susan’s new short hair before she dropped her hands to her new toy and pressed its tip against Susan’s trembling lips. A sharp thrust pushed into her mouth and suddenly the witch was hammering at Susan’s gullet without restraint.

It took a moment for her to adjust to the speed and brutality, coughing and spluttering wetly as she was used. Once she surrendered control she could at least breathe a little, she found, though the wet gags and sobs continued. 

Maleficent purred with arousal, chewing a dark lip as one hand took Susan by the scalp and forced her to take her toy down to its base. A quiet, muffled moan echoed up at her and she chuckled, eyeing Susan’s grasping hands and crossing eyes as she was face-fucked into oblivion. 

Maleficent’s own small, soft groans and gasps as the pleasure received by the toy entered her own body met Susan’s ears as well. Her eyes rolling back in her head as she envisioned the sorceress’ beautiful, blushing face as she worked. Was she smiling? Biting her lip? Stifling her own moans as Susan pleasured her? Or was she stoic, unmoving and uncaring? Was Susan’s suffering ultimately fruitless and the sorceress was just embarrassing her for the fun of seeing her squirm? If she had been able to see straight she might have known, but the cock pounding into her face had taken any control she had over herself away. 

She didn’t know how long she was stuck against Maleficent’s throne, hours maybe, her mind was too focused on the vicious pounding to really notice. Suddenly the witch was gone, and she was left panting for air on the throne. The hands released her and she tumbled off the throne, landing heavily at Maleficent’s feet. The witch smiled down at her with genuine warmth and sighed. “you will be a most welcome addition to my court, girl.” She turned, regaining her usual disdainful air and strode away. “I expect this room to be spotless when I return, girl, or you will never so much as glimpse my flesh again.” And then she was gone. Susan whimpered softly, feeling so intolerably empty it almost hurt. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind, she needed to obey.

And so, she immediately staggered up and skittered away to find some water, so she could clean the throne room of the witch who murdered her family, in the hopes that she might brutalise her welcoming flesh again.

Commission: The Sato Dynasty

Years after Avatar Korra was poisoned and disappeared, the four nations have fallen under the control of a ruthless empress. Corrupted by a malevolent spirit, Asami Sato reigns with an iron fist, given power beyond anyone in history. Naturally her first order of business is to build herself a harem of the four nation's most eligible Milfs, twisting them into loyal breeding slaves to secure her legacy.

-o-o-o-

“Please…”

The sound of quiet crying echoed through the imperial palace.

“Please? Are we begging now, Kuvira? My my, how disappointing.”

A woman’s trembling figure glanced up from her position on the floor, teary green eyes darting over the lounging figure of her empress.

“I… I was only trying to h... help my…”

The empress raised a single hand for silence.

“Hush now, Great Uniter, I’m tired of your whimpering.”

“But… ah!”

The empress lashed out and slapped Kuvira viciously, silencing her with a sharp squeak.

“I… said… hush.”

“Yes, mistress.”

“There we go. Now… once again you’ve failed me, it’s becoming a habit of yours. I must wonder if you just want to lose. It certainly seems so, and I have little patience for failure as it is. Tell me, why shouldn’t I just kill you and be done with it?”

Kuvira raised her head slowly, trembling on her knees at the foot of the throne. The bright, burning palm-print glowing on her cheek marring her beautiful features, as did the tears streaming down her face. She opened her mouth to speak before sobbing, lowering herself to the ground, pressing her forehead to the cold metal floor as her hands moved forwards, pressing flat as well. “M… mercy, my empress… I beg you… mercy.” She whimpered, “I… I d… don’t want t… to die… I’ll make it up to you… I…ghulk!”

A sharp, smooth swish sounded, silencing the once-great general’s blubbering in an instant. Kuvira gagged wetly on the metal tendril embedded in her throat, trembling and sobbing as she was forced up onto her feet.

“Get her out of my sight.” The empress sighed, snapping her fingers

Two guards quickly grabbed the one-time general and dragged her away, still choking on the metal snake wrapped around her throat.

The empress sighed quietly and waved her hand to dismiss her court. Usually she quite enjoyed a good execution, particularly when her victims sobbed and trembled like Kuvira had, but the dismal failure of the earth-nation leader had tainted any joy she could have derived from relieving Kuvira of her head. Another twirl of her wrist and the floor shifted, swallowing up both the corpse and head of her previous victim, and sealing over them, leaving nothing to suggest the floor had every been anything but sheer metal. She glanced down and sighed, spotting a few dark red spots on her gown.

“Maid, I need a new robe, run along and fetch one.” She called, sinking back down into her throne and crossing her legs.

“At once, my empress.” The maid nodded, disappearing down the corridor and leaving the empress alone. She sighed and brushed a hand over her hair, exhausted.

“You look so concerned my empress.” A soft cooing voice said to her side.

“Do you want to bring her back and kill her?” a second purred, “I know you love a beheading.”

The empress smiled tiredly and looked down at her favourite concubines. Lin and Suyin Beifong beamed lovingly up at her, deep green eyes and black-painted lips and soft silver hair all styled very particularly to please her, it was succeeding as well. she shook her head and leant down a little, cupping Lin’s cheek and stroking her thumb over her scar. The older woman’s lashes fluttered at her touch, her mouth letting a soft moan escape. The older woman was by far one of the empress’ favourite pets, second only to the one currently napping in her chambers. Her sister was, of course, quite lovely as well, but Lin had an exotic air of danger about her that made her simply delicious.

“I certainly do, but Kuvira’s failures have rather spoiled my mood.” She said, “and how are you this afternoon?” Lin blushed and rose up on her knees, presenting her lean, muscular body to her empress, or, that is to say, lean and muscular save for her immense pregnant belly and milk-bloated breasts. Her entire form was encased up to the neck in a sleek chrome sheath, clinging to her body like paint from the nubs of her nipples to the cleft of her sex.

“Our child has been kicking, my empress.” She grinned, stroking over her metal-coated stomach. “I think she’s eager to meet you.”

“My baby has been kicking too.” Suyin added, pushing herself up beside her sister, desperate for attention as always. “Touch my belly mistress and you’ll feel him I’m sure!”

“Hush Suyin.” The empress sighed, freezing the older woman in place with a single finger, hardening the metal that encased her body. “Lin, tell me, what do you think of Kuvira’s failure?”

“I think it is awful my empress.” Lin purred, shamelessly pressing her lips to her empress’ hand, “She certainly deserved to die for it.” the empress raised a black brow and allowed herself a small smile.

“And your tactical appraisal?”

“I think that the equalists need to be put down, my empress.” Lin blushed, “I think that we should execute all our prisoners, publicly. And raze their bases.”

“But won’t that just make people more scared? Wouldn’t it be better if mfff!” Suyin was silenced as the empress bent her metal leotard upwards, fully encasing her mouth and nose. Lin glanced over in alarm as Suyin stared, bug-eyed at the empress, her face growing redder until the empress released her. She gasped and wheezed for air, tears welling in her eyes as she shivered.

“Apologise for second-guessing my lin.” The empress hissed.

“I… I’m sorry… lin.” Suyin gasped, her bottom lip trembling.

“Good girl.” The empress purred, standing and stroking her hands over both women’s hair as she passed, stepping down the dais her throne sat upon to meet her maid. Her sharp golden eyes looked challengingly into the maid’s blue and she smiled, baring her pointed teeth. The maid blushed and averted her gaze, meekly presenting a soft, white dress to the empress. “What is this?”

“Your robe, my empress.” The maid mumbled.

“Oh?”

“It’s the one you wore to your last birthday, my empress.” The maid explained weakly, “The one woven with platinum threads?”

“Do you think I can’t remember my own birthday, maid?” The empress asked quietly.

“O… of course not, my empress.” The maid said shaking her head, “I just… I assumed you wanted me to explain myself, my empress.”

“Assuming what I want is a dangerous game.” The empress hissed calmly, a small smile on her face. “Isn’t it?”

“Yes, my empress.” The maid mumbled, hanging her head. The empress chuckled and tapped her chin playfully.

“Good girl.” She smiled, “Now, I’m in the mood for a drive, come along.” The empress twirled her wrist and bent a long, sleek leash from the heavy collar clasped around the maid’s dark throat. “I do enjoy showing the people their avatar. Seeing just how far she’s fallen, perhaps I shall even let them touch you today? Their great avatar Korra, a meek, submissive slut for the true empress of this world. would you enjoy that?”

“Yes, my empress.” Korra groaned miserably, hands tugging at the short black skirt that comprised her maid’s uniform along with a small black bra. Naturally her outfit had been designed by the empress as well, giving her the illusion of modesty whilst still displaying most of her tits, legs and toned midriff.

“That’s what I like to hear.” The empress purred, stripping as she walked and allowing her robe to flutter to the ground carelessly. She had servants to clean up after her after all. Korra hurried after her, knowing that the empress would certainly not slow if she fell behind, and if she tripped as the collar pulled her… she shuddered miserably and glanced over her shoulder to where Lin and Suyin where lounging beside the empress’ throne.

“M… my empress?” she asked nervously.

“What have I told you about keeping silent unless spoken to, maid?” the empress replied coldly, giving the collar a sharp yank, making Korra choke and stumble awkwardly closer for fear of falling.

“S… sorry, my empress.” She wheezed.

“I’m so very tired of hearing that word.” The empress hissed angrily, more to herself than the bound water-tribe warrior. “why do you all think I shall simply forget your failures when you throw it at me?”

“I… I think… people are just scared… my empress.”

The empress wrinkled her nose and yanked the leash once again, bringing the avatar toppling over, collapsing onto the floor. Korra let out a dull grunt as her head was stopped about a half-metre off the ground, her upper body dangling from the empress’ leash. “fear.” The empress spat, “pathetic, it’s a wonder how any of you mongrels ever get anything done with all your cowering. You don’t see me letting fear control me, see me crying and whimpering and blubbering like a runt child.”

“Ghak.” Korra managed, clawing at the collar as it choked her. The empress looked down and sighed, letting the leash slack a little and watching as Korra flopped onto the floor, wheezing weakly.

“Up.”

Korra looked at her and slowly pushed herself up onto her feet, rubbing her bruised throat reproachfully. The empress paused for a moment, looking at the tears in the avatar’s eyes. She felt a moment of weakness, a faint echo in her heart from when, long, long ago she’d cared about the woman before her. It passed quickly. Her thoughtful expression returned to it’s usual sneer and she spun on her heel and, still nude, marched down the steps into the entrance hall of the imperial palace. She twisted her wrist and lifted Korra up effortlessly, bending the metal bracelets and collar and piercings scattered over Korra’s chiselled brown body upwards.

“Run along and start up my favourite car, and make sure your frame has been properly installed, I don’t want you falling out again.” She commanded, tossing the avatar like a ragdoll down to the bottom of the stairs. The avatar staggered to her feet and nodded, bowing reluctantly and hobbling away to the garage on a twisted ankle. The empress smiled as she left, snapping her fingers for one of her other servants. There were always a half-dozen following her about, she barely noticed them most of the time. “Phone.” She demanded, holding out her hand.

It took a few moments, but the servant scampered up with the machine. She scowled at the wretched thing for good measure before holding it up. “Opal darling, come down here, I’m leaving the palace.”

“At once, my empress.” Her favourite general purred. The empress smiled and tossed the phone over her shoulder, successfully hitting a servant and raising a squeak of pain. She snapped her fingers and two more servants scurried closer, taking her robe and dressing her with the sort of quick efficiency she’d beaten into all her staff.

By the time opal sauntered in she was fully dressed, standing impatiently by the immense, grand doors to the palace. Like Lin and Suyin, Opal was sheathed in metal, clinging to her curves like silver paint, essentially naked save for the rich red cloak fastened about her collar. Everything from her toes to her butt to her small, perky breasts was encased, all the way up to her jawline. She smiled and bowed low to her empress, giggling as she was moved about to present her tits by the empress’ bending. It was nothing new, the empress had made a point of dressing her court in metal, from the staff to her concubines, everyone was easily manipulated, if not executed, with little more than a wave of the empress’ hand. Unlike some, Opal revelled in her mistress’ control of her body, surrendering her own bending of the suit gleefully.

“You’ve kept me waiting, opal.” The empress purred, pulling the younger girl closer. “I assume there’s a reason?”

“Of course, my empress.” Opal mewled as her suit pressed inwards, slipping into her sex and moulding to perfectly fit her. “I was interrogating an equalist, she was being… very uncooperative.” The empress chuckled and released the girl. The young metal bender had a habit of hate-fucking her victims in between torturing them.

“And did you get what I want from her?”

“Not her.” Opal grinned, “Her little sister, I made her watch. She was very helpful when I said I’d interrogate her next.” The empress’ lips curled into a slight smile and she turned on her heel, striding through the doors to the palace and down the steps into the courtyard, where a long, sleek car was waiting, humming quietly. Opal let out a cruel little giggle as she saw Korra.

The avatar was strapped to an x frame that was fixed to the back of the car, her limbs pulled wide and her strong, muscled belly straining as she was stretched out uncomfortably. The empress had been sure to keep Korra’s physique intact since she’d captured her, though perhaps ‘captured’ was to grand a word for simply picking a bloody and beaten avatar out of some miserable little bending club in the earth kingdom. A brutal exercise regime had kept Korra in shape, and, the empress suspected, contributed to her clinging on to her sanity. Beyond her body, Korra’s hair and clothes, when she was permitted to wear them, were also carefully chosen to remind her of her place. Her hair had grown longer and been re-styled into the classic water-tribe ponytail she’d worn when first coming to republic city, all the better to humiliate her.

“My there’s a pretty sight.” The empress purred, slipping into the car and dancing her fingers over the steering wheel. “Let’s see how the people feel about the Avatar that abandoned them.”

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The empress chuckled to herself as Korra fell limply onto the floor from the car, her body smeared with rotten fruit and god knows what else. She was crying of course, not even trying to push herself up, pathetic. Opal hopped down and cracked her knuckles, stepping deliberately on the avatar’s spine as she walked to the empress’ side. “Thank you, my empress, I love it when you take me out.”

“Hmm, you love the rumours the rabble spin about you and I.” the empress smirked wryly. “Now run along, I want the equalists crushed by year’s end and you have prisoners to attend to.” Opal pouted slightly before smiling broadly and bowing low. The empress raised a brow and waved her hand, lifting Opal and pushing her back a few metres. “Go.”

“At once. My apologies your eminence.”

The empress sneered. It seemed even her favourite general wasn’t immune to apologising to her rather than simply doing her job correctly. She sighed and brushed some inky hair from her brow. She always loved driving out around her empire, seeing her subject’s adoring faces and hearing their cheers for her, and their mocking jeers for the avatar. Still, the smell of the city was intolerable, and as usual it had seeped into her every pore. A shower was in order.

She paused quietly outside her private chambers, listening with amusement to her pets frolicking within. She closed her eyes and reached out silently, finding the metals her concubines were swaddled in before lifting them up without warning. Amused shrieks and giggling reached her ears and she stepped inside, smiling to her girls as they squirmed and grinned down at her.

“Good afternoon, darlings.” The empress drawled, walking into her chambers proper and dropping neatly into her second throne, a softer, more comfortable chair than her official state-seat. “I trust you’ve all been behaving?”

“Yes mistress.” Her girls sang. She chuckled and released them, letting them drop lightly to the floor.

“Where are Lin and Suyin?” she asked, looking around.

“They’re being seen to by the doctors, my empress.” Izumi replied, draping herself over the empress’s arm. “A routine check-up, you ordered it last week.”

“Of course.” The empress smiled, petting the older woman’s soft cheek with a gloved hand. Izumi was the oldest of her conquests. Former firelord, daughter of Zuko, mother to two of the empress’s biggest pains, and soon mother to an heir for the empress herself. The empress purred and fingered her pointed chin, admiring Izumi’s startling eyes as they shone at her from behind her dainty spectacles. “And I trust you’ve been keeping that lover of yours in check?”

“Kya knows her place, my mistress.” Izumi chuckled, “she’s been ever so excited about having your child, it is all she’ll talk about anymore.” The empress nodded slowly.

“That is good, it’s a great honour to have been seeded by the empress of all.” She reminded the willowy firebender. Izumi blushed and brushed some greying hair behind her ear.

“I know that, my empress, I am truly honoured to have my womb blessed by you.” She mumbled, “but it is a little… wearing.”

“I’m sure you’ll manage.” The empress laughed. “I intend to keep breeding a few of you, once I have heirs to inherit my throne, I’ve grown to love seeing you all fat and round and submissive.” Izumi blushed darkly and bit her lip, hands stroking over her belly.

“Please, my empress. Pick me, I want to feel like this forever.” She mewled pleadingly, kissing the empress’ fingers one by one.

“I’ll consider it.” the empress smiled fondly. “Now run along and play.” Izumi bowed as low as she could manage with her belly and scampered away to join the others. The empress sighed contentedly and crossed her legs, enjoying the quiet chattering and giggling of her women. 

She had trained them well, both physically and mentally, to be the perfect harem. Until she was satisfied with them, they wore their traditional nation garb, to both humiliate them and build distain for their cultural roots and forced to serve her other girls. When she was satisfied, they were taken to her bed, fucked within an inch of insanity, and then prepared for their new lives of luxury.

She’d picked out the outfits herself, specifically to please and amuse her. Their breasts were held by two tear-drop-shaped cups, hiding their nipples and providing a little support, but almost no coverage. Their arms were sheathed in long, smooth gloves up to their elbows, their legs in stockings that came to their mid-thighs. Aside from underwear so tiny they may as well not have worn anything, the only other thing they had to cover themselves were thin, semi-transparent loincloths that draped just shy of their knees both at the front and back. She allowed them the freedom to wear their hair as they liked as well as their jewellery, mostly because it amused her to see how they tried to vie for her attention with what little individualism they could muster.

Izumi, for example, wore heavy gold and ruby earrings, and similar piercings through her nose and navel. She’d also recently taken to wearing gold and bejewelled glasses as well, it amused the Empress to see, but also intrigued her as to just where Izumi was getting them. She shrugged softly, seeing the mature women fighting over her was positively adorable. Her old self, the foolish girl she’d once been, had always preferred older women. Now that she had the power to reach out and take them, she had taken the best… and the ones that would hurt her enemies the worst.

Izumi’s love crippled those fire-nation nationalists who sought independence from her rule, leaving them humiliated and leaderless. Kya’s love was doubly as sweet, keeping the southern water tribe in line, and those who still clung to the hope that their avatar would save them. Pema was the mother of the air nation, what little there was of it, the matriarch of a whole race of benders, and she was enslaved, just like the rest. And then… there was her favourite, who was conspicuously missing from the half-dozen older women giggling like schoolgirls about her.

Her lip curled into a small smile. Naturally her prized possession would be waiting for her in her chambers, eager to serve, as she had been trained to crave.

“Kya.” She called, seeing the dark daughter of the previous avatar jump and hurriedly scurry to her side.

“My empress.” Kya cooed, bowing as far down as her belly would permit and kissing the empress’ rings in turn, her smouldering blue eyes locked on her mistress’ approving smirk. “My mistress, my goddess, my love… how may I serve you oh perfect one?”

“Poetic as always, my dear.” The empress chuckled, taking Kya’s jaw between her fingers and pulling her head into her lap, petting her long steely hair fondly. “I hear you’ve been speaking of my child, tell me, what do you think of the baby I bred you with?”

“They will be perfect, my most beloved empress.” Kya moaned, rubbing her swollen stomach lovingly, “They are of your holy seed, your superiority glows within them even now. I will carry and nurture and worship them as all who crawl in your magnificence should.”

The empress purred and slipped her thumb into Kya’s open mouth, grinning as the once-proud and formidable water-bending master sucked adoringly on it, her eyes glazed over and her tongue swirling desperately around it. “Such a doting whore I have moulded you into.” She teased.

“I would gladly give my body to every filthy wretched peasant beneath your glorious boots, my most beloved empress, if it would bring even the smallest smile to your perfect lips.” Kya agreed eagerly.

“Your father would be ashamed.”

“I know. But I do not care.” Kya scowled defiantly. “He was a fool and a coward, he tried to keep the world divided, not unite it as you have my immaculate mistress.”

“Good girl.” The empress laughed, patting her cheek. “Now come, I need bathing.” Kya let out a soft whoop of joy and leapt to her feet, pattering along behind the empress as she strutted into her private bathrooms.

Ordinarily the empress would have taken her time, toured through the entirety of her bathrooms from the various cold and hot baths to the steam rooms to her personal massage parlour, but she was hungry to sink herself into her favourite pet, and simply stepped through the various rooms of the sprawling complex into the final room.

“My glorious mistress, do you not want to be bathed properly?” Kya asked, confused, scampering along beside the empress as she stepped into the small stone chamber and shed her gown.

“Speed is of the essence, my dearest harlot.” The empress purred, descending into the small, ankle-deep pool in the centre of the room. “I’m craving water-tribe cunt.” Kya grinned excitedly and practically tore her dancer’s uniform from her toned brown body. She skipped into the pool and cuddled close to the empress’ side.

“Take me however you desire my radiant goddess.” She purred huskily, hands tracing over the empress’ belly and up her thigh.

The empress smirked and raised a single brow. “Perhaps I will, once you have done your duty and I have had my fill.”

Kya’s smile faltered. “Oh.” She stepped away, blushing and hugging her arms to her chest embarrassedly. “I… I thought you desired… me, lovely one.”

“Sadly, no.” the empress chuckled, “Though you are truly adorable when you’re excited. Perhaps if she doesn’t sate me, I’ll sink my teeth into you as well, fill that lovely belly with my seed?” Kya’s smile returned, though her humiliated blush remained.

“Of course, light of my life, I serve however you desire.” She raised her hands and smoothly bent the warm water of the pool upwards, swirling it about the empress’ nude body as she’d been trained. The empress hummed with satisfaction as the waves and ripples licked her body clean of the city’s grime, leaving her pristine and dry as a bone as soon as she’d waved for Kya to stop bending, and the water that had enveloped her retreated down into its pool.

“Have I pleased, my divine paramour?” Kya asked meekly as the empress stepped out and stretched her hands over her head, her tall, slim body proudly displayed.

“Exemplary, as always my dear.” She cooed, taking the older water bender’s cheeks in her hands and pulling her head up to meet hers in a soft, appreciative kiss. Kya whimpered delightedly into her lips and massaged her belly desperately, pressing her pregnancy into the empress’ soft, toned stomach.

“I… know you wish to have more children, my glorious empress,” she whispered hoarsely as the kiss broke. “Once we have birthed your heirs… if I may… I beg you to breed me once again? I have never felt so… perfect, as I do now with your child in my womb.” The empress chuckled and kissed her again.

“Evidently there will be a line of cute, devoted whores for me to choose from.” She smirked, “Izumi has already asked me for the honour.”

“O… oh.” Kya blushed. “I… I suppose you will be allowing her…”

“Perhaps.” The empress interrupted, “Perhaps not, or perhaps I shall just have to impregnate more than one of my lovely concubines again once they’ve given me what I desire?”

“You will do what is right, my most radiant love.” Kya mumbled, “Izumi… will be a wonderful mother to your children, if you do choose her.”

“You care for her deeply, don’t you my little water-whore?”

“She is… nothing compared to you, oh goddess amongst women.” Kya said weakly.

“And yet you love her.” The empress smiled, “No need to by shy, I approve. I hope that the two of you prove to be an example to my other pets.”

“I… am honoured to have pleased you.”

“I’m sure, now run along and play, I have an urgent meeting to attend to.”

“Of course, my most…”

“Kya spare me the poetry and be on your way.” The empress said sternly, “Or perhaps I will seek out another of my slaves to play with once I have finished with your sister.”

“Yes, mistress.” Kya mumbled, scurrying away with her uniform clutched to her jiggling, milk-filled breasts as she went.

The empress smiled approvingly at the woman’s rear as she went and looked down at her crotch, brushing an appreciative hand over her throbbing cock. “Patience,” she cooed to her immense pole, “We will taste her soon enough.” Her manhood twitched in eager agreement and she grinned cruelly, padding towards the main chambers of her residence, and to her private bedroom.

“I’ve been waiting for you, lover.” A low, husky voice purred in the darkness as she stepped into her room. the vague shadow of her favourite pet was lounging on her immense bed, hidden in the dark. The candles and lanterns that lit the chamber had all been blown out, leaving only a faint red-tinted light to shine into the room through the heavy curtains that blocked the window. “I get so very lonely without you.”

“And I without you, my love.” The empress smiled, sliding herself onto the bed and crawling closer to her prey like a great cat. “How is our child?”

“She will be with us in a matter of weeks.” Her pet cooed, humming excitedly as the empress began to kiss her way up a smooth, caramel-skinned leg. “And she will be magnificent.”

“Of that I have no doubt.” The empress moaned, making her way up a soft, supple thigh, her nose drinking in the warm, musky scent of her lover. “She is our child, after all.”

“Exactly.” Came the soft response, “The first of many.”

“Oh? You think I’ll choose you to fill with my sperm once our daughter is born? Over all of your sisters that have already begged for the pleasure?”

“You will breed me.” her pet replied confidently, “And all of them as well, I know you too well to think you could resist us.”

“Is that so?”

“It is, my darling.” The thigh moved from under the empress’ lips as her pet moved, strong, gentle hands drawing her upwards to the heavy orb of her eight-month belly until the empress’ cheek rested against it. “Feel our child, empress, feel what you’ve done to me, to my body. I was a leader once, a proud woman, a warrior and a diplomat. I was respected and loved. Now I’m your property, all of that cast aside to be a plaything for you, I exist to love you, and to please you by bearing however many children you decide to fill me with.”

“Mmm, you know me too well, Senna.” The empress cooed, kissing her belly gently before shifting between the mother of the avatar’s thighs.

“And you me, Asami.”

The empress lit up her hand with brightly glowing fire and smiled down at her favourite concubine. She’d desired Korra’s mother from the moment she’d set eyes on her, even when she was just the stupid child she had been in those days. Senna was gorgeous, graceful and stately, soft and motherly. She was slim and soft in all the right places. Her face was equal parts youthful beauty and experienced wisdom. Her chocolate skin and startlingly gorgeous sea-blue eyes were inherited by her daughter, but that was a pale imitation of the older Water-tribe matriarch.

“Take me, my empress, let me feel you inside me again.” Senna croaked hungrily, hands squeezing at the empress’ hands as she lined her rod up with her lover’s sopping slit. “Oh yes… yes my love… take me like you did in my home… remind me of my place at your side.” The water-bender groaned as Asami’s rod slipped into her, gentle but urgent thrusts measuring the once sweet and loving girl’s hunger for her slave, and her care for the daughter residing in said slave’s womb.

Asami’s long, inky hair fell from it’s pinning behind her head and cascaded down her back and down towards Senna’s belly as they rutted. Her plush lips open in a satisfied pant as her manhood was massaged by Senna’s talented twat. She was taller and slimmer than the mother of the avatar, paler as well, but as her elegant younger body pressed urgently into Senna’s curvier older frame they couldn’t have looked more natural. The two had been changed, Asami by her ascendance to the throne, and Senna by Asami’s lust, turning both into the perfect mates for one another.

“Fuck me my love.” Senna whined softly, “Please… fill me again.” Her bright blue eyes met Asami’s glowing gold and she mewled as she saw the ravenous lust burning in them. “My sweet girl, make your breeding bitch yours, remind her who she belongs to.”

“Patience my pet.” Asami cooed, stroking a hand over Senna’s belly lovingly. “What lies inside that pretty womb of yours is more important than our satisfaction.”

“But I want more.” Senna pouted petulantly. “I want to feel you deeper inside me.”

“And you will, in time,” Asami chuckled, “Here, let me help you up.” Senna groaned as her lover gripped and manhandled her up and around onto her hands and knees, her cock remaining firmly lodged within her sex the entire time.

Senna moaned, turning her head to look over her shoulder as she knelt on the bed, Asami gripping her hips and thrusting into her with renewed urgency. “Is this better, my dear?”

“Yes… gods yes… I love this.” Senna called, eyes crossing as Asami’s throbbing member drove her wild. “I love you, I love what you do to me. I’m your slut, my love, your stupid, pregnant, slutty slave!”

“Mmmmm.” Asami purred in agreement, her fingers digging into Senna’s soft flesh, nails leaving small scratches in her caramel skin. Her manhood twitched and exploded, a torrent of her seed splashing into Senna’s welcoming hole, spilling out about their joining as Asami continued to thrust into Senna.

“Ohhhh.” Senna mewled in orgasmic bliss as the sensation of her mistress’ sperm attacking her tight tunnel sent her over the edge of her own climax. She rolled sleepily onto her side, hands cradling her pregnancy and eyes half-open in adoring worship of her empress as Asami slipped down opposite, a satisfied smirk on her youthful face.

“Wonderful as always dear.” She smiled, kissing Senna’s cheek.

“Once I have given birth… once our daughter is with us… I want you to rape my holes.” Senna cooed, “All of them, I want you sheathed to the balls in my twat, and my asshole, and my whore mouth. I want you to mark me with your sperm.”

“That sounds fun.” Asami murmured quietly, eyes closing slowly.

“I love you, mistress Sato.”

“And I you, slave.”

Senna smiled as her empress drifted into a contented sleep and cuddled closer, gently manipulating the girl’s hands so they rested on her belly. Soon they would be more than mistress and slave, they would be family, a stronger, smarter, superior family to the one she’d once enjoyed. She sighed, mind wandering back to the night it had all begun, the night she had found Asami Sato in her bed, the night her path of sexual slavery had begun.

The End of the Tomb Raider

 A five-part epic that sees Lara Croft stumble onto a village of hung futas who live in a paradise except for one little thing. They don't have any natural women to breed with, unluckily, (Or maybe not) the chief takes a shine to Lara. Broken down and rebuilt into a loyal broodmare, Lara gleefully serves her new bride, even when she's tasked with bringing new women to the tribe.  There's only two things Lara Croft wants now, to make her chief happy, and to give her as many daughters as she possibly can. 

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Chapter 2 sees Lara sent away from her beloved chief back to England, tasked with bringing back five new brides for the tribe to enjoy.  With only a young priestess apprentice to watch over her, how will Lara react to being cut loose and sent back to the place that was once her home?

-o-o-o-

Chief Labembe let out a quiet, contented sigh as she woke up in her bed, nuzzling her face down into the soft furs beneath her.  she winced, feeling her rock-hard rod ache as she lay on it. 

“Lara, sweet, come here.” Her hand searched over the bed for a moment, finding no sign of her pet English woman. She growled in mild frustration and rolled onto her other side, opening her eyes to see the expanse of her bed and the tall wooden frame that surrounded it, entirely Lara-less. 

“Lara?”

She sat up and pursed her lips, scanning her home and finding it empty. The sunlight was still pale and streamed through the slats of her windows at a low angle. Usually, Lara Croft would still be sleeping, cuddled into her side as she slept, or toying with her manhood like the wanton slut she’d been moulded into. Her absence was suspicious, to say the very least.

Stepping outside she was greeted by the sight of the village beginning to wake up. Her sisters were out beginning to tend the orchards, gearing up to check the traps out in the jungle, or simply greeting each other as they emerged from their homes.

“Good morning, chief.”

Labembe turned and smiled, seeing Carabe, Kolma’s young apprentice. She was a beautiful thing, even by the tribe’s standards, tall and muscular and generously proportioned. If Labembe had been as fortunate to have a body like hers when she was a teenager, there were several women around the village that would be sharing her bed with Lara as her wives. Carabe was wearing only her beads, as usual, small stones and jewels and other amulets draped loosely over her naked form, all of which contributed to her magical abilities. At nineteen she was one of the finest magicians in the tribe, Labembe was interested to see how the girl’s talent would develop under Kolma’s guiding hand.

“Good morning to you, little one, you are certainly up early.” She chuckled, accepting a tight hug from the girl and feeling her length stir as it pressed against Carabe’s own twitching fuckstick.

“I have not slept yet, actually.” Carabe admitted, “I have been out in the jungle all night hunting.”

“Hunting for what?” Labembe asked, intrigued. Carabe held up her palms, showing off a small pile of glittering golden stones. The chief raised her brows in surprise. “Gold?”

“not at all, and it’s not false gold either, these are crystals like I’ve seen in the caves below our village!” Carabe grinned, pushing the little stones about with her thumbs. “Kolma’s staff has a large one set into it, it’s the most powerful stone to harness the power of the land through. I’m certain I can set these small ones into jewellery so that you and the rest of us can be even stronger and keep outsiders for good.”

“I have faith in you.” Labembe smiled quietly before turning her head and sighing. “Speaking of outsiders, I seem to have misplaced Lara.”

“You let her roam free now?” Carabe frowned.

“She has earned my trust.” Labembe shrugged, “I think it much more likely she’s playing some game, rather than trying to leave.” Carabe pursed her lips and began to say something before thinking the better of it.

“With your permission, I will take these to Kolma then, and leave you to retrieve her.”

“Run along, little one, tell Kolma I will wait in her home until she is ready.” Labembe nodded, smiling and admiring the girl’s rear as she scampered away. The chief had certain privileges, Labembe mused, perhaps helping herself to the gorgeous young thing before anyone else could snatch her up was one of them. She licked her lips and decided that plundering the girl’s body would have to wait until her primary cocksleeve had been found. 

She wandered naked through the centre of town, politely greeting her followers as she went. As she passed by the stables, an unmistakable giggle met her ears and she sighed, shaking her head with amusement. Of course, Lara would go there to see her sisters… unless…

“Lara!” she barked, marching through the doors and scowling at the jeep in the far corner of the room, it was still under its coverings. She glanced down and saw Lara smiling innocently up at her beside Charlie, one of the older wives in the village. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Just saying hello.” Lara smiled sweetly, padding closer and pressing herself against Labembe’s muscular abdomen, hands immediately wrapping around her rod. “You’re not angry with me, are you mama?”

“you left me alone this morning, my sweet.” Labembe said sternly, taking her by the jaw and squeezing. “you know I don’t like your games.”

“I’m sorry mama, you know I love you.” Lara mewed, batting her lashes and rubbing her slick cunt along Labembe’s stiffening rod. “I just wanted to see them.”

Labembe looked down at Charlie, who shyly avoided her gaze, tucking her hanging breasts under her eye in a vain attempt to hide her shame. like most of the wives of the village, she’d been sculpted into the perfect plaything, even more so than Lara. The young croft was a natural beauty and a magnificent slut, but Charlie and the others were mothers first and foremost. Pendulous udders spilled over her forearm as she tried to hide her nipples, her quivering rump rippled with each movement she made on her hands and knees. From her lips, only vague moans and drool escaped.

“You wanted to see your future?” she chuckled, rubbing one of the rings around her pinkie. “Magnificent beasts, aren’t they? Charlie here came here to ‘educate’ us, a good pious missionary. We educated her on her place in the world. now she worships us, and her husband and children are gone from her mind.”

She reached out and took Lara’s ass in a firm grip, making her wife mew excitedly, and held up her hand. “souvenirs, from every worthless soul I have given purpose. Do you recognise something?”

Lara let out a gleeful squeak and clapped her hands, pointing at a simple silver band resting on Labembe’s finger. “Daddy’s ring! I thought I’d lost it!”

“you no longer own anything, my sweet, you’re just my wife.” Labembe smiled coldly, “This is a memorial to what you used to be, before you became mine.”

“all yours.” Lara agreed mindlessly, stroking her chief’s face. “I’m sorry I was a bad girl, mama. I promise I won’t leave your bed without you again.”

Labembe smiled tiredly and gently kneaded the welcoming flesh of Lara’s ass, enjoying the simple stimulation of the English woman rubbing herself along her length. She admired the stable of interlopers for a few moments, the drooling, lowing cattle she’d twisted them into, before sighing and taking a firm grasp of Lara.

“You shouldn’t make such promises idly, Lara Croft.” She rumbled, tugging the English cumdump against her chest so that her weight wasn’t entirely resting on her cock, “breaking a promise will yield more severe punishments than this.” She landed a sharp slap on Lara’s rump and grinned as the smaller woman squeaked with mixed pain and excitement. She struck Lara’s other cheek and purred as the soft flesh rippled beneath her palm, for an English girl, Lara had an ass that would have fit in well with the rest of the tribe.

“Ooooh, mama, please spank me more.” Lara pleaded, kissing and nibbling at Labembe’s soft brown breast as her head was cradled against it. “I’m such a bad girl.”

The chief laughed softly and gripped Lara by each cheek, dark fingers digging into her pet’s flesh. “tell me, why would I reward you for misbehaving?”

“Because you love making me squeal.” Lara mewed, batting her lashes up at Labembe. “you love seeing me put in my place.”

“I suppose I do.” Labembe smiled softly. She sighed and grabbed Lara by the hips, flipping her over her shoulder and carrying her out of the stables. “So I shall spank you, later. For now there are more important things to attend to.”

“Aw.” Lara pouted, “Can’t you beat me now?” Labembe let out a low, warning growl, silencing the slut immediately. Lara let out a meek whine of protest as the chief carried her past all the women of the village and their delicious cocks, dumping her carelessly onto the floor of a hut she hadn’t been in before. Labembe padded past her, seating herself down at an ornately carved temple and sighing. Lara cocked her head and crawled over to her, nuzzling her head against her mistress’ calf. “Mama?”

“Entertain yourself, sweet. I will tell you when you are needed.”

Lara scowled with annoyance and wriggled her way beneath Labembe’s chair, toying adoringly with her sack as the chief read through a battered leather journal, idly plucking fruit from a bowl on the table.

After a while of playing with her mistress it became clear to Lara that she wasn’t going to be fucked until Labembe decided otherwise, so naturally she sighed and lay down to engage in her second-favourite pastime, napping.

She was awoken by a hand grabbing the scruff of her neck and lifting her into the air, drawing out a startled yelp as she thrashed about, looking for Labembe. The woman standing in front of her, dangling her off the ground as if she weighed nothing, was decidedly scarier than her beloved mistress.

She was taller and thinner than most of the villagers, with a lean frame, small elegant breasts and smooth hips. Her skin was lighter than the rich brown of the others, and her hair was grey. Her lined face was beautiful, but stern, and a long scar as carved over her brow down her cheek, passing through where her left eye should have been. She was naked except for a simple beaded sash looped over one shoulder.

Lara whined quietly, cowed by the woman’s glare. “Where’s mama?”

The woman sniffed disdainfully and shifted to one side, letting Lara see the chief lounging in the hut’s bed, watching calmly. “M… mama? Have I been bad?”

“Always, my sweet.” Labembe sighed with a small smile, “But you are not here for punishment.”

“What is your name?” the woman growled, her voice was deep and gravelly.

“L… Lara. Ma’am.” Lara whimpered, “Lara Croft.”

“Where are you from?”

“I… E… England.”

“Do you wish to return there?”

Lara squeaked and wriggled slightly in the woman’s grasp. “No! no I don’t wanna go away! I wanna stay with mama and her yummy cock!”

“I broke her well.” Labembe smirked, “You should have more faith in me.” The older woman snarled and even the chief flinched, swallowing before straightening up. “She is ready to suit our purposes, I assure you.”

“Do you recognise this?” the woman asked quietly, holding the battered book up in her free hand.

“I… it’s my journal, Ma’am.”

“And is everything within it true? All you have seen; all you have done?”

“Yes ma’am.”

The woman dropped her abruptly and Lara quickly scurried to the foot of the bed, grabbing at Labembe’s outstretched hand for comfort. The older woman approached softly, and Lara let out a mewl of mixed terror and adoration as she saw how long her length was, dangling to her ankles even as soft as she was.

“Stand.”

Lara glanced at Labembe who nodded, and slowly rose up to her feet, whimpering as she gazed up at the older woman. “Raise your leg.” Lara nodded and slowly lifted her leg up as high as she could, her knee resting just below her chin. The woman grabbed her ankle in a vice-like grip and began to pull it. Lara whined as her leg was fully extended above her head, her body straining as she did the splits, balancing precariously on one leg.

“You seem physically fit enough.” the woman murmured, swatting Lara’s exposed cunt sharply and raising a brow as the broken woman fell to the ground with a pained yip. As Lara panted on the floor, a stack of books, all old and worn, were dropped before her. the woman sat herself down on the bed and scowled down at her.

“Read the last passage from each.”

Lara paused, confused, and looked to Labembe for guidance. The chief waved at her dismissively and leaned close to the older woman, kissing and sucking at her neck and earlobe, her cock throbbing deliciously between her legs.

Lara flipped open the first journal to the last few pages, the writing was a messy scrawl, but it was legible, and it was Greek. Lucky Lara was fluent. She cleared her throat and tried to ignore the pair of hardening fuckpoles just inches away.

“The chief says I have a decision to make tonight. She says I can stay and be her bride, or I can leave and go home to my family. I barely remember my husband’s face after all these weeks, or my children, but that doesn’t matter. There’s no choice. Not really. I know I belong here now. I’m a filthy slut for her big black cock, it’s all I can think about anymore. I know I used to know more things, but when I close my eyes all I see is my chief’s prick before me. every time I sleep, every time I blink, I’m reminded of what a fuck-broken cumdump I am now. how much I crave her spunk churning in my babymaker and knocking me up with her daughters. I’m touching myself as I write this, I’m imagining her bending me over and fucking me until I break, and the fucking me more. I’m not a person anymore, I’m just a fuck-puppet, without a fat black girlcock stirring up my guts I’m lost. Chief says if I stay, they’ll kill my brain. they’ll drown who I am in their cum and I’ll become a perfect, braindead bride for the whole tribe. I’m cumming all over just thinking about how perfect it’ll be.”

Lara mewled lustfully and glanced up, seeing Labembe and the older woman kissing and slowly rubbing their inhumane lengths against one another. “Continue.” The older woman barked, glancing over before returning to kissing the chief.

Lara squeaked and pawed through the next journal, this one written in Arabic.

“when I first came here I was ashamed of the sinful desires the chief’s tender treatment of me roused. The way she caressed me, cared for me, whispered sweet words in my ear when we watched my friends be defiled. I know now better in so many ways. Her care for me was not protection, it was punishment. As I clung to my beliefs, my friends were brought into a new religion, they worship our mistresses’ cocks, the only true god there is. When I watched them be filled in every hole, debase themselves greedily and share the seed of our new goddesses between them, I wasn’t being spared, I was being denied. My faith was a prison, now I serve the true god. I remember the feeling of joy as I stripped my hijab and rubbed my chief’s spunk into my hair. Even now my insides craved to be stuffed full of her fat black penis again, I’m so empty without my god inside me. I’m slathered in her sperm, dripping it, it’s not enough. I need her to break me. she’ll kill my mind and fuck what’s left with all her sisters. My body and soul belong to them, I was born to be their cumtoilet.”

“Fuck.” Lara groaned, pawing at her slit.

“The next.” The older snapped, groaning as Labembe slowly slid down her shaft, the chief’s powerful frame pressed tight to her thinner body.

Lara read the next, and the next, and the next, until she was sat sobbing with need, fingers delving into pussy long-since ruined for anything but Labembe. Women of all shapes and sizes had come before her, rich, poor, young, old, well-meaning and not, none of it had mattered. The tribe had bred them all, killed their minds and left them as cattle to be bred again and again until they were worn and useless. She bit back a howl of desperation to join all of her predecessors and plunged her free hand into her cunt to join its sister.

The chief and the older women were nestled close in the stranger’s bed, throbbing cocks having spilled their loads wastefully over one another. Lara whimpered through her tears of frustration and reached out to hold her chief’s ankle, nuzzling close for comfort. “Mama…mama I’m goooood.” She cried. “I’m so empty… can’t you kill my mind too?”

The chief finally glanced down at her and ran a strong hand through her matted hair. “Up, sweet, come clean us and listen well to what we have to say.”

Lara groaned thankfully and clambered up onto the furs, locking her lips onto Labembe’s muscular belly to suck and slurp the cum from her skin. “You want to be like the women whose diaries you’ve read, girl?” the older woman growled, rough, calloused hands pawing at her rear with feigned disinterest.

“I do.” Lara croaked. “I wanna be good girl for… for mama.”

Labembe hummed appreciatively and nibbled at the older woman’s earlobe. “Kolma, she is perfect for the job, surely you see that?”

“I do not trust her.” the older woman sniffed, “But… you are chief, if you choose to ignore my wisdom that is your right.”

“She will excel.” Labembe purred, “She’d do anything to have me breed her at last.”

“Yes!” Lara sobbed, tearing herself away from cum-smeared skin immediately.

“Very well.” the older woman sighed. She sat up and slipped from the bed, scooping up her beaded sash and slipping it over on shoulder so it hid one of her small breasts. She fingered a bead near her collarbone and for a moment it seemed almost to glow. Her eyes focused on Lara and she sneered slightly, seating herself on the chair by the bed and setting about wiping herself down without Lara’s tongue to help.

“My mentor doesn’t think you’re a good girl, my treasure.” Labembe chuckled, taking Lara by one ear and tugging her away from the cum streaking her ebony muscles. “She thinks you still have a life beyond me that you’ll run away to.”

Lara shook her head as much as she could manage. “Never.”

“Never?” the chief repeated with a small smile.

“Never ever ever.” Lara insisted, she blushed and nuzzled her face against the hand holding her, kissing the chief’s palm with remarkable tenderness. “You’re my home.”

“I believe you.” Labembe sighed, shifting and sitting up. She lifted Lara and laid her in her lap, hands pinned under her own body, her head supported by one hand, her rump cupped by the other. “Now listen. My people need good girls like you to put babies into, and I am far too fond of you to share, so to repay them for my indulgence I will give them five fresh brides to breed.”

“You will bring us those brides.” The older woman declared; arms folded.

Lara was puzzled for a moment before her eyes widened in horror and she let out a shriek. “NOOOOOOOO!”

Labembe’s grip on her was steady as she thrashed and sobbed and screamed, until at last Lara went limp, weeping helplessly. “Five brides.” The chief whispered into her ear, lifting her head up to look her in the eye. “Then you will return, and I will put a daughter in this cute belly.” She patted her stomach gently and smiled reassuringly, enough for Lara to sniff and wipe away her tears.

“I don’t wanna go away.”

“I know, my treasure.” The chief smiled, leaning in to kiss her gently on the lips. Lara felt a sharp prick in her shoulder and whimpered into the kiss, falling away from her wife weakly, the world darkening. 

“You’re a good girl.”

“Come home to me.”

-o-o-o-

Lara’s head was jolted upwards by a sudden bump and came down hard on the armrest of the chairs she was sprawled across. She awoke with a pained mew, hands immediately snaking out to find comfort in her chief. She clawed at open air and her eyes opened, seeing only a hideously patterned fabric, draped over the row of chairs in front of her.

Realisation dawned and she bit back a sob. She was on a plane.

Her eyes opened fully, and she sat up, shuffling into a ball as tightly against the wall of the plane as she could, trembling in the cold. She was alone, except for whoever her pilot was of course. She already felt lonelier than she ever had before, her gut twisting around the gnawing emptiness that Labembe had always filled. The plane was small and rickety, rocked by turbulence and only making Lara more miserable. She shivered and began to cry, cupping her hands to her face so she could smell Labembe’s spunk on her breath.

A sheet metal door opened, and a tribeswoman stepped in, she was young, but still taller and more voluptuous that Lara. She looked bizarre in her tank top and jeans, through which the bulge of her member could still easily be detected. “You slept for some time.” She said simply, sitting down across the aisle. “You may remember me?”

Lara hid her face behind her arms, peeking out over them at the girl. “Y… you were one of… the girls who fed me when mama was teaching me to be good.” She mumbled. “You were nice.”

“I was.” The girl smiled, “My name is Carabe, I will be watching you.”

“You… you’ll help me go back?” Lara asked, with a small flicker of hope fluttering in her chest. “You’ll help me bring mama her brides?”

“No.” Carabe said, tugging at the crotch of her jeans uncomfortably. “I will be Watching you. You will find the chief her prizes, you will bring them to her. You will not, however, speak of us, or our lands, or that we exist at all. If you do, I am responsible for silencing whomever you tell, and for dragging you back home to face Kolma.”

Lara’s ears had pricked up at the mention of going home sooner already, but any plans she might have made were cut short by the girl’s growl. “My mistress is the most powerful arcane in our world, chief or not, if you cross her you will not enjoy the life you hope to.”

“I wasn’t gonna…”

“Her previous apprentice failed her.” Carabe interrupted, “now she is one of the legs that holds Kolma’s bed. She is trapped forever there, in agony, and entirely conscious of all that goes on around her. For all eternity.”

Lara shrank back even more and shook her head.

“I’m good.” She chanted mindlessly. “good girl. Good girl for mama.”

Carabe sighed and produced a phone from one of her pockets, tossing it to the seat in front of Lara. “Use it, we arrive at N’Djili airport in one hour. You have friends to take us to London.” She stood and groaned, pawing at her crotch again. “Dress yourself with what you can find, not all we took from our playthings was ruined.” She limped back into the cockpit, giving Lara a glance of another tribeswoman piloting. Questions as to how Carabe was going to blend into London, how the women of the tribe had secured a plane, and indeed how they had learned to fly should have swirled around Lara’s head. They didn’t. She simply stared down at the phone that had been hers in confusion.

There were numbers, and faces. She’d used to know the faces, she was sure, but they were frustratingly foreign to her. she gingerly began to paw through her contacts, small smiles coming to her face as she saw one or two people she could truly recognise.

“J… jay.” She said softly, testing the name on her lips as she lingered on a woman’s image. She was grinning widely, eyes hidden behind aviator sunglasses, her hair was a spiky shock of hot pink.

She kept scrolling and paused again, leaning closer to the screen. “Samantha.” Her old friend smiled coyly up at her from the little image, dark windswept hair and gorgeous features seeming oddly chilling as she stared. “Sam.”

She shivered and swiped upwards, stopping over Jay’s contact and making the call.

-o-o-o-

“You alright back there?” Jay called, glancing over her shoulder into the back of the Limo. She could only make out vague shadows through the tinted glass, but Lara seemed to be whimpering. She peered over her sunglasses, but the glass was still too dark to see through. “Lara?”

“I… think… I’ve caught… a c…cold.” Lara croaked. Jay pursed her lips and turned her attention back to the road.

“Well I’ll run you a bath back at the Manor.” Jay offered, “Then you can tell me what’s got you so spooked.”

“Y… yesh.”

There was a wet noise behind her and she winced. Please let that nor have been Lara throwing up, she was not going to deal with scrubbing vomit out of the carpet.

The noise was not Lara throwing up, at least it wasn’t her throwing up vomit, rather the first of Carabe’s loads that had been blown deep into her belly at such force it had rushed up out of her mouth. Lara smiled in bliss, momentarily distracted from her separation by the rush of having tribal spunk shot through her body.

Despite the mess, Lara was feeling better than she had in the fourteen hours since her separation. She closed her eyes in quiet, gooey contentment and simply allowed Carabe to fuck her brains out. She was smaller than Labembe, but so much more demanding, her hands grabbed at Lara’s throat, at her hips, at her tits, leaving red marks with every hungry grasp. Her eyes rolled back as Carabe grabbed her in a choke hold, squeezing the breath out of her, making her splutter and spew the last of Carabe’s last load down her chin.

The girl’s stamina was incredible, as incredible as Labembe was, she always took at least a minute or two after cumming to recharge. Lara’s eyes crossed as a particularly vicious thrust knocked what little breath she had out of her, her face rapidly turning a bright red. “chuuu.” She managed to croak, hands finding Carabe’s forearm and clinging to it desperately. “Gh… ghuk.”

Labembe’s face blotted out everything else as she began to lose consciousness. That soft, gentle look that came to her dazzling eyes post-orgasm. Maybe it had never been that she needed to catch her breath, maybe it was just that she liked seeing the blissful look Lara invariably wore after being filled.

A sharp smack to her cheek brought her back from the brink, she let out a pathetic whine into the cum-stained carpet of the limo floor and blinked awake. Carabe slammed her foot down into her cheek, pushing her down as she stood and pounded downwards.

“You’re hurting me.” Lara whined meekly.

A low sigh came from Carabe and the weight on her head vanished. Lara forced herself onto her knees and shuffled around, breathing though weak sobs as cum and spit and running mascara spilled down her cheeks. Carabe was breathing heavily, her ebony breasts rising and falling hypnotically with each slight movement. Lara sniffed and wiped her face, nuzzling against one of her shins immediately. “I… I’m sorry.”

Carabe scowled down at her, brushing her braids out of her face. Her cock was still twitching, hungry and unsatisfied. “The chief is as strong as I am a dozen times over, and yet you can’t handle me?”

“l… Labembe is… she’s gentle.” Lara mumbled, a small, shy smile coming to her face. “She knows my limits and… she knows how to hurt me right.” Carabe exhaled tiredly and slipped a hand around her shaft, sighing as she toyed with herself.

“Sentimental.” Carabe sniffed, “you’re just meat, Labembe teaches that herself, and yet you’re treated like an equal.”

“I’m… I’m not an equal.” Lara winced, “I’m Mama’s plaything, b… but she takes care of me so I can please her as long as I live.”

Carabe pursed her lips and groaned as her dark fingers wander over her cock. “this is intolerable, I’m stuck in this godforsaken wasteland without even a decent set of holes to distract me.”

“I… I’m sorry.” Lara whined, pressing her lips to Carabe’s hand. “I… I just needed a moment… I can please you I promise.”

“Get off.” Carabe sighed, swatting her away and standing up as much as she could, making her way to the window between them and the driver’s seat. She smacked sharply on the glass, drawing a yip of shock from Jay.

“Christ are you trying to kill us all?” Lara heard vaguely, pouting as Carabe shifted, the sculpt of her rear almost glowing as the lights outside streamed in.

“Stop the vehicle, now.”

“but…?”

“I want to speak to you.” she turned back to Lara and stared at her coldly. “I’m taking your friend, now.”

“what would you like me to do?” Lara asked quietly, wrapping her arms around herself.

“Stay out of my way.”

Lara sniffed and huddled in the corner, watching mutely as Jay opened the door into the back and froze like a deer in the headlights. “What the fu… ack!” she began to shout before Carabe grabbed her by her shirt and yanked her down into the limo, tossing her effortlessly onto the messy floor and looming over her. “Oh my… what the fuck… Jesus fucking Christ!” Jay shrieked, skittering backwards against the wall as she drank in the mess, Lara’s trembling body and the hungrily twitching pole of cockmeat jutting between Carabe’s legs.

“I’m going to break you.” Carabe growled, advancing on Jay’s paralysed form. “you may fight, if you want, but it won’t matter.”

“Wait… what?!” Jay yelped, kicking at her as she got within range. Carabe easily caught her legs and pulled them wide, yanking jay against her. “Lara! Help!”

Lara didn’t move, she knew she should have been happy for jay, or proud that her friend was good enough for the tribe. But somehow, without her wife to hold her in her strong, commanding arms, it all seemed so pointless. Who cared if Jay would be a good, loyal whore by her side if Lara couldn’t hear the amused pride in Labembe’s voice, or feel her soft hands pet her, or her cock sink deep into her womanhood? She let out a quiet morose sigh and hid her face behind her arms, peeking over the top to watch Jay be ravished.

“mmerrrr!” Jay screamed into Carabe’s palm, one dark hand clamped over her face, the other easily tearing away her clothes bit by bit. Jay’s legs flailed in confusion and fear, but with Carabe straddling her hips it was as useless as actually trying to fight her would have been. As the last shreds of Jay’s shirt were thrown aside, Carabe reached up to her beaded necklace and snapped a single amber sphere from it. she rolled it between her fingers and it began to glow, before she stopped and glanced down at Jay’s face, staring wide eyed up at her.

“I know this must be frightening.” She said quietly, “You’ll be safe in my care, I swear it.” she rolled the bead onto her palm and slammed her hand down onto Jay’s forehead. Jay let out a sudden, orgasmic moan and convulsed beneath her, eyes rolling back into her head and shining with golden light. The glow faded and Jay went limp, eyes crossed, a soft cooing sound drifted up from under Carabe’s hand.

Lara watched with interest as Carabe sat up, brushing of her hands and looking down at Jay. In the middle of Lara’s old friend’s forehead was a tiny golden mark, shimmering in the dim light. Carabe stroked it with her thumb before slapping Jay’s cheeks to get her attention. The pink-haired pilot’s hazy eyes focused, and she flashed a crooked grin, her hands moving to caress Carabe’s thighs.

“Speak.” Carabe demanded.

“hello.” Jay crooned, squirming beneath her and letting out a very girlish giggle. Lara pouted, Jay had always been so butch, she’d never heard her giggle like that.

“You will obey me?”

“I’ll worship you, sweetheart.” Jay replied, sitting up and draping her arms around the back of Carabe’s neck. Her eyes drifted downwards, drinking in Carabe’s fit young body. “Anything you want, you only have to ask.” She leaned in and locked her lips on an ebony earlobe, kissing teasingly. “I’m yours.”

Carabe sniffed, sitting back down in her seat again. Her tone was unchanged, but Lara could sense she was as much surprised by Jay’s turn as Lara had been. The girl smiled as jay groaned and shuffled on her back, rubbing the results of Carabe and Lara’s efforts into her skin. “Come up here.” She commanded, “I’ll need to stretch your pink little pussy out.”

Jay didn’t need to be asked twice, clambering up onto Carabe’s lap and squealing as the girl quickly speared her. Jay’s thin, lithe body was so different to Carabe’s they were almost opposites, Lara thought, but only moments into the pair’s lovemaking her already limited capacity for rational thought vanished.

She masturbated shamelessly, drinking in her friend’s rutting. Every squeal and mew and groan from jay, every slap of a dark hand against a paper-white breast or asscheek, every hungry, feral kiss shared between the two. She adored the look of bliss on Jay’s face. The way her tattoos bounced with her as she rode Carabe. The quiet, spluttering moans she let out as Carabe twisted and pinned her against the car door by her throat, choking and fucking her harder with every passing second.

Lara couldn’t take it. Labembe’s absence inside her drove her wild with need as she watched from the side-lines, so she crawled to Carabe’s side and nuzzled against a rippling bicep. “C… Carabe… Please… fuck me too. I need you inside me.”

Carabe let an excited grin come to her face, and she grabbed Lara by the hair, tugging her down to her and Jay’s joining. Lara lapped hungrily at the mess of wetness immediately, her primitive mind fading into delight as she tasted jay’s arousal on Carabe’s pulsing shaft.

The next hours were a blur. Lara kissed and suckled and stroked whatever of the two lovers she could, sat on top of one of Carabe’s talented hands at all times, the long black fingers sinking into her well-used cunt and keeping her permanently locked into her heat. Jay bounced desperately, load after load, screaming orgasm after screaming orgasm, until at last she was so exhausted she could barely move.

Even as she fell back onto the messy floor she begged for more, which Carabe eagerly obliged. Lara was draped over her pilot’s body, faces mashing together in a sloppy kiss. Carabe took it in turns to plough into them, the sticky results of her virility mixing between their welcoming cunts so much it was impossible to tell which broken whore the mess was oozing from.

When Lara’s tiny fractured mind pieced itself back together it was dawn. She mewed and pressed herself against the nearest body to her. Jay stirred and rolled against her, slender hands immediately wandering to Lara’s tits, fingers sinking into her flesh and beginning to knead at her softly. Lara smiled quietly and nuzzled against Jay’s throat, licking up the spunk slathering her without a moment’s hesitation.

“You are filthy.”

Lara whined and looked up at Carabe, who was rubbing her eyes sleepily as she sat up on the back seat. She mewled and crawled over, taking her hand and kissing it tenderly. “I miss home.” She mumbled, “b… but I’ll be good, I promise.”

Carabe sighed and ran her fingers through Lara’s hair tiredly. “I miss home too… this place is so strange and unpleasant.” She pinched her brow. “I apologise for hurting you. I’m not used to… all my life I’ve been surrounded by the tribe. I’ve always been happy and safe and now… now it’s only me, and I must protect you and all the others to come as well.”

“We’ll be good girls.” Lara mumbled, “We’ll do whatever you want, please you, serve you… we’ll make your task easy. I promise.” 

Carabe sighed and smiled quietly, petting Lara’s cheek for a moment. “that’s good to hear.” She breathed, before smiling, “Now come up here and clean me up, I’m very sticky.”

“Yes Carabe.” Lara smiled meekly, climbing up onto the seat and setting to work.

The End of the Tomb Raider.

A five-part epic that sees Lara Croft stumble onto a village of hung futas who live in a paradise except for one little thing. They don't have any natural women to breed with, unluckily, (Or maybe not) the chief takes a shine to Lara. Broken down and rebuilt into a loyal broodmare, Lara gleefully serves her new bride, even when she's tasked with bringing new women to the tribe.  There's only two things Lara Croft wants now, to make her chief happy, and to give her as many daughters as she possibly can.

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Chapter one sees Lara stumble into an isolated tribal paradise, and quickly fall into the hands of the tribe's chief. Fucked into insanity and rebuilt as an obedient pet, Lara submits to her new bride totally.

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There were a lot of unusual things Lara Croft had become accustomed in her life, hidden civilisations, cursed tombs, even magic. So, whilst for most people waking bound and blindfolded would be cue to start panicking, Lara just sighed with the begrudging acceptance that once again one of her expeditions had taken a turn to the sinister.

She’d slipped across the border two days earlier, wading her way through thick rainforest to where the ancient maps she’d found pointed to what she was looking for. Or rather, what they didn’t point to. for once in her career she wasn’t looking for anything specific, not chasing legend or myth or folklore. This time she was investigating its absence. Every nation in the world had a million stories that were invariably based on something, if you had the resources and the know how you could track them to a source. The myths of the world were a map, in their own way, and there was a big ass hole in it.

This little corner of the rain forest, nestled between two tributaries, had no myths about it, no legends, no settlements or civilisation whatsoever. No one ever went there, let alone talked about it. for whatever reason the world had decided that this was off limits, how was a girl supposed to resist.

She shifted in her bonds and tried to concentrate on her other senses. She was still in the forest, the sweltering heat and throbbing hum of insect life told her that much. There were hands around her ankles and her wrists, whoever captured her must be strong. She wasn’t heavy by any means, but these people were carrying her, equipment and all, like she was nothing at all.

“Is the blindfold necessary?” she asked, wiggling herself a little in her captor’s grip.

“be glad we did not gag you.” a deep voice replied. Definitively feminine, thickly accented.

“Where are you taking me? a military outpost? Village?” Lara sighed. Something smacked her sharply in the stomach, winding her. A second deep, female voice spoke in a language Lara couldn’t understand, quickly followed by the first’s reply in the same language. “I’ll find out as soon you untie me, what’s the point in all the secrecy.” She said after a few moments of coughing.

“English talks to much.” The first voice growled. “when chief gives you sight, you may see.”

“Chief?” Lara replied. That certainly helped clear up what she was being taken to, not a military instillation for certain. A cult was still an option, but unlikely. It seemed she’d simply stumbled into a previously unknown civilisation.

She remained quiet as her two captors carried her through the forest until the sounds of nature were replaced by curious voices, sizzling fires and the soft noises of some kind of livestock. New voices sounded out around her, most likely questioning her captors as to who or what they’d just brought into their home. The chatter was silenced by a final voice, barking louder than all the rest and Lara was yanked upwards once again, carried up a flight of stairs before being dropped to the floor roughly.

Lara blinked as the blindfold was pulled of her face and sudden golden streams of light shone down into her face. As her eyes adjusted, she let out a soft breath of appreciation for the beauty of her surroundings. The building she was in was primarily wooden, built in a circle with a small staircase leading down to the village below. It was just above the canopy of the rain forest, a vast sea of deep green stretching out to the horizon where the distant mountains broke through and reached upwards. the sun was beginning to set, and rich light was flowing like molten gold over the tops of the trees, bathing the tower and making everything seem to glow.

She heard footsteps and shifted, craning her neck to watch as a woman padded into her field of vision, stepping confidently past her and across the room to where a small table was waiting. Lara felt a flutter of fear as she saw that there was a long, straight knife on the table, amongst other things. Clearly just because this hidden paradise was beautiful its inhabitants shouldn’t be taken lightly.

The woman was amazingly tall, easily over seven feet. Her skin was a deep, rich brown almost like a coffee bean, and her hair, which was a raven black, was braided simply behind her head, hanging down to her hips. As Lara’s eyes followed the braids down a slight blush came to her cheeks as she saw the woman’s wide hips were covered simply by a skirt of bright orange ribbons that hung down to her ankles, through which dark skin could be glimpsed and closer to her groin, thick black curls. Looking elsewhere quickly, Lara scanned up the woman’s body, noting her toned belly and ample breasts, lightly covered by a white sleeveless shirt and two bronze plates on each of her shoulders.

The woman looked down at the table with interest, startling amber eyes almost seeming to glow in the dusk light. She was beautiful, full lips and regal features and, judging by the golden jewellery adorning her ears and nose, she was clearly powerful as well. perhaps this was the chief’s wife, or perhaps a religious leader.

Lara cleared her throat and flashed a friendly smile. “Excuse me, where exactly am I?”

“You are English, yes?” the woman spoke, turning to face her.

“I am.” Lara nodded.

“Then I will refrain from telling you such dangerous information.” The woman replied coolly. “You English are troublesome.”

“I understand, but I don’t mean any harm.” Lara said, shaking her head. “In fact, I didn’t know you were here at all really.” The woman raised a black brow and toyed with a small golden ring resting about her pinkie finger.

“I am aware, we take our privacy seriously.” She rumbled, “However I no more believe that you stumbled into our territory by happenstance than I believe you mean us no harm.” 

Lara shifted in her bonds, shuffling to face the woman properly. “I truly don’t. I know you have no reason to trust me, but if I can just speak to whoever is in charge, I can explain.”

“You are doing so now.” the woman replied simply. Lara paused, made a quick mental note that this tribe was more progressive than most of the other’s she’d ran into, before clearing her throat.

“My apologies. I didn’t realise.” She glanced to the sea of leaves beyond the edge of the tower and smiled slightly. “Your village is beautiful.”

“It is.” The chief nodded, “As are you.”

“oh, thank you.” Lara smiled. “listen… I’m sorry if I’ve caused any offence, truly I am. May I please explain myself?”

“Do so. But you should know it will not change my mind. Your fate was decided the moment you crossed our borders.” The chief shrugged.

Lara’s mouth went dry and she nodded slowly. “My name is Lara Croft, I’m an archaeologist. I travel the world to find artefacts and remains of ancient civilisations. I came into this part of the forest because there were rumours about the ruins of an old place of worship to the south of where I was when I was captured. My only intention was to investigate that, make notes and properly document it before returning home.”

The chief sighed and walked around the table, taking a small fruit from a bowl on it and popping it into her mouth. She chewed and spat the pit out over the edge of the tower before turning back to Lara. “I do not like liars, Lara Croft.”

“I’m not…”

“There are no rumours of ancient places in our territory. There are no rumours of anything in our territory. We do not allow anyone to enter, let alone leave with enough information to form such rumours.” The chief continued darkly. “As far as the people beyond our borders are concerned, any who come into this land will not be seen again as will any who talk about us at all. They do not know why, nor do they wish to know. All that matters is that coming here is a one-way trip.”

“Listen… I… I’m not here to…”

The chief clicked her tongue and waggled a finger at her for silence. “No more talk, Lara Croft. Now you listen.” She planted her hands on the table and stared down at Lara. “I do not care why you are here. I do not care who you are. Your wealth. Your power, if you have any. You are in our land, and now you are ours. That is the way of things.”

“But if you’ll…”

“There is no changing this, Lara Croft. No words from you, certainly none of your modern weapons.” She gestured to where Lara’s backpack and holster were lying. “You will be quiet now, and I will tell you the way of life that you will now live.”

“You can’t keep me here against my will, people will come l…” Lara growled before being hit in the face with one of the fruits from the bowl, thrown expertly by the chief into her nose.

“You will be gagged now.” the chief said simply, before hands grabbed Lara from above and a wedge of something thick and rubbery was shoved into her open mouth. She growled and thrashed in her bonds, only for the hands to take her and hold her steady. The chief approached and slashed the cords binding her legs in one smooth cut.

Immediately Lara’s legs shot out to kick her back, and hopefully get enough momentum to knock the two people behind her off balance enough to escape. Unfortunately, as well as beautiful and powerful, the chief was fast. Two dark hands clamped around Lara’s ankles and twisted them painfully. “You will walk, or we will hurt you.” she dropped Lara’s legs and straightened up, towering over her. “You will listen, or we will hurt you. you will not speak, or we. Will. Hurt. You.”

Lara glared up at her and let out a quiet growl as the women behind her, equally tall and lean and imposing as the chief, hauled her up to her feet, each holding her bound arms in a vice-like grip. “Now.” the chief said with a slight smile. “Come see your new home.”

As Lara was led down the spiral staircase through the thick canopy, the chief spoke. “We are happy here, Lara Croft. This is our home, it is where we belong. But I am afraid it is not perfect. We have a wealth in food, and water and other resources. We have game and fertile land. Perhaps most importantly we have peace.” She smiled and waved at the scene below as they finally stepped down beneath the mass of leaves and saw the darkening village below.

Maybe a hundred or so small, circular huts were nestled amongst the trees, some built into them, others on the forest floor. Fires were burning in places, a well was built near the bottom of the stairs, between some of the houses looms and tanning racks were sitting. “See, it is a magnificent place to live.”

Lara frowned to herself as they continued down the steps, eyes darting over the village and noting something peculiar. Everywhere she looked she saw women like the chief, and the two guards leading her. all tall and muscular and admittedly beautiful, most wore similar skirts and golden jewellery and loose shirts, if they covered their tops at all. But there wasn’t a single man in sight. Not anywhere.

She glanced over to the chief, who smiled knowingly. “I see you begin to understand a part of our only predicament. There is one thing we are left wanting.” They reached the bottom of the stairs and walked slowly through the central clearing. All of the women stopped and bowed to the chief as she passed, eyeing Lara with mixed suspicion and interest as she was tugged along. “As Chief, I am keeper of histories. like my mother and her mother and her mother before her, I choose to speak the truth to my sisters, and now that you are here, I will tell it to you. if only so you understand why your fate is what it is.”

Lara had to admit, the village was just as amazing as the view from the tower, even as a captive. The architecture and plant life were beautiful, the food simmering in pots over the fires smelled delicious, as did another heady scent lingering over the whole village, she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She looked with interest, despite her peril, at the women as they passed by, at least until the chief spoke again.

“Generations ago, our people warred with another tribe to the north. We shared the land between the two rivers, but not happily. We fought often, killing, raiding, stealing. Until one day our enemy came into our village and presented the bodies of the men that had been out protecting us. They had been killed with weapons like we had never seen, and with the enemy came new people, pale, like you.” the chief sighed, ducking into a hut, quickly followed by Lara and her guards. The chief stroked her hand over an old rifle, remarkably preserved given how old it looked. “These white men came from a place called France, I assume you know of it, and they had come to a bargain with our enemies. In exchange for weapons of war, they would be given a portion of the resources of our lands.”

Lara watched as the chief set down the rifle and shook her head. “Our people had little choice but to give into our enemies demands. They took our village, our land and they ruled us like we were animals.” She turned and fixed Lara with a steely gaze. “It was decided by the men of France that the women of our tribe were part of the land’s resources, and that the men were of no use whatsoever. It was too far from the sea to bring them to be slaves, they said, and so they took the women they desired, and they struck down every man and boy. This was how my ancestral grandmother and grandfather left our homeland.”

Lara winced at the mournful look on the chief’s face, it didn’t go unnoticed. “the mother of my great grandmother was left behind, she saw her own mother taken and her own father murdered, and she found a steel in her heart.” The chief said quietly, “It is a steel that remains to this day, especially when we see pale interlopers intrude in our lands.”

There was a shout outside followed by a loud whoop of a crowd. It sounded almost like a celebration. The chief smiled suddenly and spoke to one of the guards who released Lara and vanished back out the door, leaving the other to take Lara’s other arm.

“There is power in the bones of this land, in the stones themselves. We have always known this, but it was the mother of my great grandmother who was first to have the will to harness it.” the chief sighed, rubbing her earring between her thumb and forefinger. “She made the power of the land her own, made the steel in her heart into the steel of her fists. She fought and she killed every last of our people’s enemies with her hands, untouched by their weapons or their screams. When there was no more blood to spill in our home, she taught her sisters the power she had learned, and as one people we drove both the white men and the other tribe out of our lands and cut them down.”

“then, there came the question of peace, what would our people do with such little left? No men, a handful of women of our own and only the women of our enemies besides.” The chief sighed before chuckling. “Ah, but the mother of my great grandmother was wise as well as strong. She knew if the power of our homeland could make a body as strong as steel, it could make it strong enough to father a child. Our women were granted that power, and they set upon the women of our enemies like feral beasts. They showed them the consequences of loyalty to those who do not deserve it, and the truest joy of loyalty to a strong, deserving lover.”

The second guard returned with another woman, both grinning from ear to ear. In the newcomer’s arms was a tiny naked boy, still blinking in the fading light with more confusion than alarm. The chief laughed and gratefully accepted him into her arms, petting his fat little cheeks with a thumb before turning her attention back to Lara. “You see, Lara Croft. Every chief must make the decision that is right for their people at the time that they are alive. The mother of my great grandmother did this, she delivered our people from extinction, but she also delivered a problem to all those chiefs who followed her, including me.” she chuckled as the boy grasped one of her fingers and squeezed tightly. “an irony, to be sure. To deliver our people from a life with all women and no men to give them children, we are cursed to a life with women desiring to give children, and no good wombs to receive them.”

Lara’s eyes widened with realisation and she let out a strangled gasp behind her gag. The chief nodded and carefully handed the little girl back to the new woman. “A strong daughter to be sure, she’ll grow to be a fine stud.” Her eyes darted to meet Lara’s, “Not that any of us do not.”

The two women left with the baby and the chief sighed, brushing away the final guard with a quiet chuckle. “Too much talk, perhaps, but I feel the need to have you understand. As I said, you are a beauty, be thankful, if you were not, I would have thrown you to my sisters to fend for yourself.”

Lara thrashed in her bonds as the chief lifted her up and draped her effortlessly over her shoulder. “Come, Lara croft, my bed awaits.” A strong black hand slapped down on Lara’s shapely rear and suddenly she was being carried back through the village. There was a celebration going on, near a hundred women dancing with joy at the birth of their new sister. Every one of the was nude, and between every pair of strong black thighs an immense bobbing pole of cockmeat was dancing as well.

“Abela!” a shout went out, taken up by the rest of the crowd. A thin woman caught sight of Lara and let out a cheer, jumping straight up in the air, cock flopping limply by her knees. “Abela!”

The chief laughed and called back before giving Lara’s ass an appreciative squeeze. “They’re calling for you, Lara Croft. But they will have to make do with the women we already have.”

As Lara watched helplessly, five figures became visible in the centre of the dancing mass. The women were all different, but the same in that they were not sporting the anatomical oddities of the tribeswomen. Three of the five were older women, ageing incredibly. Though they had grey hair and gently lined faces, any one of them could have been mistaken for a thirty-year old with their backs turned. Full breasted, wide hipped, soft assed, something clearly the women of the tribe appreciated as they cheered and danced with them. Two were white, like Lara, the other looked like a local.

A fourth woman was Indian, perhaps in her late twenties but given the older women’s appearance she may have been much older. She was heavily pregnant, her fat belly swaying as she giggled and danced with the others, thin streams of bright white milk were gracing her soft brown tits. As Lara watched, one of the women grabbed her and latched her mouth to a leaking nipple, drinking deeply as the Indian woman grinned and stroked her head lovingly. The final woman Lara was afraid was more accurately called a girl. She was young and slim and nubile, but no less delighted to be stroked and kissed and danced with than the others.

But dancing appeared to be only foreplay. All five cockless women were soon swept up by the tribe and put to good use warming their immense black dicks. From the older white women, who yowled and rolled back against the invading cockmeat, to the girl who simply shuddered and panted delightedly as she was speared, all of them clearly adored their treatment.

Lara fought all the harder as the chief ducked into a final cabin and threw her down on a large soft bed, towering over her with a hungry glint in her tawny eyes. She casually shifted her shoulders and slipped the bronze plates off, the white shirt dropping along with them, leaving her bare from head down to her toned midriff. Lara watched as her hands nimbly unclasped a single buckle at her hip and her skirt fell away as well, leaving the chief nude at the foot of the bed.

Her heavy ebony breasts heaved with excitement as she licked her lips, hands petting the inhumanly long rod between her thighs. “It has been so long since I have had a girl to entertain myself that was mine alone.” She purred, “I will savour you, beautiful thing.”

Lara shook her head desperately as the chief crawled slowly up the bed, positioning herself above Lara and smiling fondly down at her. her hands tore through Lara’s thin blue tank like it was nothing and tugged her plain black bra off of her body just as quickly. The chief let out an appreciative purr and pawed at Lara’s tits. “My, a beauty indeed. You’re plump in all the right places Lara.” She chuckled and moved her hands to Lara’s hips, “Though I shall make you plumper, yes? A few of my daughters and a few of Kolma’s drinks and you’ll make a fine cow.”

She tugged down Lara’s shorts and panties in one swift movement and chuckled. “a pretty little cunt too, I’ll enjoy it immensely.”

She pulled out the gag and grinned as Lara began to yell at the top of her lungs. She rested her chin on her palm and waited patiently until Lara’s breath ran out. “tell me, what did you expect to happen? All you have done is announce to my sisters what an excellent time I am about to have.”

“Please… please don’t.” Lara sobbed; throat hoarse from screaming. She trembled as the chief’s hand slowly slid down her body before taking a firm grasp of her hips and cooing. She slid her hips forwards, dragging her length over Lara’s opening until her heavy churning sack was pressed against her petals. Lara looked down and whimpered as she saw the fat purple head of the chief’s cock twitching just below her breasts. The damn thing must have been as thick as her wrist, Trinity, wolves, cultists, fuck, not even Himiko had scared her as much as the prospect of having the twitching pole of ebony meat inside her. “Oh god… no, please.”

“ah, I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed a woman whimpering for mercy before making her plead for more.” The chief groaned. “I am chief Labembe of Combena, and you are now my wife!” she pulled her hips back and pressed forwards, forcing her head to spread Lara’s petals. Lara yelped and writhed on the bed, kicking desperately as Labembe moaned and pushed between her thighs, forcing another inch or so into the sobbing Englishwoman. Labembe clicked her tongue, pausing her advance for a moment and smiling with satisfaction down at Lara’s tear-stained face. “I suppose I should not be surprised that you are no virgin. A pretty thing like you.”

“Pl… ease.” Lara choked.

“hush, love, we’ve barely begun.” Labembe cooed, leaning down and kissing her cheek with soft black lips. Her hips jutted forwards and Lara cried out again, pain wracking her body as the monstrous member forced its way into her most sensitive spaces. She struggled, she sobbed, she screamed. When Labembe leant down to try to kiss her she tried to bite, but the chief merely chuckled and lifted her up, seating her in her lap and cradling her head beneath her chin. “I know it hurts, Lara, you were made for little white cocks. But I shall fix that, and soon you will be as delighted to take me as I am to wrap your little pink pussy around my cock.”

Now Lara was upright, held tight against Labembe’s muscular black chest, the process of shoving the entirety of the chief’s member into her went faster. Strong hands took hold of Lara’s quivering thighs, spreading her legs into splits before yanking her downwards urgently.

Spots danced in front of Lara’s eyes as she screamed noiselessly into Labembe’s chest, breathless and quickly losing her sense of awareness as to just what was in store for her. another yank brought her helpless body another inch down Labembe’s cock, but she was only halfway impaled on the monstrous thing. She could feel the searing heat of it deeper inside her than she’d ever thought possible, feel the twitching head of Labembe’s prick pummelling her cervix as the chief tugged her down, impatient to push through the soft fleshy barrier and sheath herself fully inside Lara’s very womb.

“Pees, nuh muh.” Lara managed to splutter in her final throws of sanity, drooling against Labembe’s heavy breast, feeling as the chief’s eager breaths made them rise and press softly against her cheek.

“Look me in the eyes, Lara Croft.” Labembe rumbled, releasing her thighs and taking her by the jaw. Lara gurgled weakly as her head was tilted upwards to face Labembe, and the chief’s spare hand took her hip. A small smile came to Lara’s face as the thrusting stopped and she was given a moment of peace from the pain, her eyes fluttered and slowly focused on the dark face looking down at her.

“Please?” she managed to croak.

“who am I?” Labembe asked softly, giving her a fond smile.

“You… Chief.”

“And what does that mean?”

“you… in charge.”

“it does indeed.” Labembe chuckled, “And I want that thought to stick in your pretty little head, so I shall be keeping you very close until I am certain you understand it.” Lara’s eyes widened and she opened her mouth to… well, she didn’t really know anymore. Screaming wouldn’t help. Pleading for mercy wouldn’t help. She could shout and curse and spit and bite until she passed out and it wouldn’t help. She felt, in that instant, completely and utterly powerless.

And then Labembe’s hand pulled down on her hips harder than ever before. Lara’s cervix snapped open in surrender, the five or six inches of meat that had not yet sank themselves into the archaeologist’s twat found themselves in searing hot wetness and Lara passed out, body flopping limply against the chief.

Lara didn’t remember much of the days that followed, not once they were done. In part, she didn’t want to, knowing the pain she’d been put through, and to a lesser degree, out of shame. she didn’t lose her mind when she accepted her chief into her heart, just her resistance and pride. What good would thinking about just how far she’d fallen do her? the chief took good care of her after all. What did it matter if she once was a proud, capable, independent woman? She was a good wife to her chief, and ultimately, she was happy.

It had been days, maybe weeks, of pain and humiliation before she broke. She got flashes sometimes, in her dreams as she nestled close to her Labembe, making her mew and cry softly, only to be comforted with a hot wet mouth and a thick cock to fill her.

She’d awoken on their bed the first time after being taken, wracked with pain, sobbing with misery as she felt her Labembe continue to thrust deeply into her cunt. Her belly bulged with every movement, the thick outline of cock distending her flesh grotesquely. She could practically feel her organs shifting as Labembe’s rod pummelled a tunnel straight through her body, pulling her ruined cunt along for the ride.

It had hurt, more than she could have imagined, but as she sobbed face-down into the soft furs of the bed, Labembe slowly untied the ropes binding her wrists. She didn’t fight, there wasn’t any point, she just cradled her belly and cried.

It didn’t take long for Labembe’s promise to be fulfilled after she had begun to truly put herself the task. Lara’s mind had a moment to slowly piece itself back together as the thrusting stopped and the pain dulled, only to be met by the rush of sensation brought by Labembe’s orgasm. Half an hour of brutal fucking yielded a torrent of thick, molten spunk, cascading into Lara’s abused womb and churning inside her like searing lava. She didn’t scream, not as her belly swelled under the pressure, not as her cervix, already beaten and weakened began to leak the sperm and send jets of white slime down her pussy to splatter out of her cunt with every thrust from Labembe.

She hadn’t screamed simply because it hadn’t hurt, even as she was lifted up by her bizarrely bloated stomach, so that her knees and elbows were forced to balance her. in fact, it was the most wonderful feeling Lara could imagine in that moment. As soon as Labembe’s cum filled her, the crippling pain she had felt was soothed, leaving her feeling warm and comfortable with the massive cock embedded in her twat. She’d let out a surprised mew at the time, something Labembe had found amusing, and before she had known what was happening, she was sat in the chief’s lap again, belly hanging down against her thighs.

“Does that feel better, my sweet thing?” Labembe had chuckled, but Lara had once again lost consciousness, flopping helplessly back into her chief’s arms.

Consciousness had come and gone over the next few days, utterly shattering Lara’s sense of time. She hadn’t known if it was day or night, morning or afternoon. The days blended into fleeting moments of lucidness where she was stuffed by Labembe again and again and again, always helpless, always coaxing a fresh flood of cum. the pleasant glow of sperm coating her insides, soothing the pain, was a constant. Before long it had become impossible for Lara not to associate being awake with the feeling. In her primitive, stupid state, incapable of rational thought, her only concern became to feel good.

She had learned that it felt good to be taken by Labembe in different positions, weakly fighting her way onto all fours, or up into Labembe’s lap, or beneath her on the soft furs of the bed, trapped under her magnificent physique. She had learned that when she made certain sounds Labembe would laugh and pet her, often that would make her feel even better. She would mew and giggle and make soft cooing noises, and Labembe would stroke her hair, or squeeze her breasts, or sometimes slip a finger into the tight confines of her rear.

Being fucked became a natural state for her as slowly her mind began to piece itself back together. She was fucked when she was awake. She was fucked when she slept. She was fucked when she was fed sweet fruit, riding atop Labembe’s rod and begging for the tribeswomen to give her more of the delicious berries they brought. They too liked it when she made noises, laughing and touching her when she cooed or mewled or panted for attention. They never fucked her though, Labembe was always taking care of that.

Slowly, she began to learn things, her understanding of language cultivated by Labembe’s encouragement, she was a fast learner, and soon she could speak her lover’s language better than she could remember English, let along any of the other languages she’d once been fluent in. she learned that “fuck” was a very good thing. And that “love.” Was even better. She learned that “Labembe” would take good care of her and all the other “Wives.” That looked after the needs of the tribe. She would smile and nod and mew with each new lesson, wiggling back against the cock that was practically a home to her.

Perhaps a few weeks of sharing Labembe’s bed she’d begun to understand enough again to become mischievous. She learned if she misbehaved, like when she tried to sneak off Labembe’s cock when she slept, she would be punished with a spanking. Lara had learned she liked spankings almost as much as she liked kissing, which always came afterwards when she would giggle and mew and show she was only playing. She wouldn’t ever really try to leave. Labembe’s bed was her home.

She slept when she was tired, ate when food was brought, and was fucked at all hours. Lara croft, once a fierce woman, explorer, archaeologist and intellectual, had been sculpted into a quiet, content house pet. As her mind remade itself, she would try to talk to her Labembe, seeing if speaking sweet words would make her as happy as the soft sounds did. For the most part she was successful, but she found that teasing was a bad idea. Labembe was a proud woman and teasing her resulted in being fucked in her other hole, which hurt no matter how much spunk had soaked into her pussy.

Her English had returned a little after the first month had passed, and slowly her memories did as well, but by that point it was far too late. She loved her Labembe, and the village. She loved life as a living cockwarmer, being fucked all hours and wanting for nothing. She would flirt with the women who fed her, and shamelessly flatter Labembe who would chuckle and tousle her long brown hair. Finally, one night, Lara had awoken to a gnawing emptiness. She had let out a distraught mew and rolled over in their bed, pawing at Labembe to put herself back inside, but the chief had silently shaken her head.

“It is time for the truth, sweet thing.” She had rumbled, dark hands stroking over Lara’s pouting lips fondly. “I have questions, you will answer.” She’d spoken in her own tongue, and Lara had smiled, liking to hear the rich words roll off her lover’s tongue.

“I will.” She smiled, batting her lashes and wiggling closer so she could wrap her hands around Labembe’s rod, petting it in the hopes it would be returned to her quickly.

“Do you know your name?”

“I’m Lara silly.” Lara had said brightly. “Lara Croft.”

“And do you love me, Lara Croft.”

“Of course, I do. You’re so big and strong and beautiful.” Lara had giggled. “You keep me safe, and at night when I’m cold you hold me, and when I want to kiss you always let me.” Labembe had smiled to herself at that and shook her head.

“My sweet simple thing.” She had sighed before fixing Lara with a hard stare. “Last question, answer well, and I shall reward you however you desire, my sweet.”

Lara had nodded eagerly.

“If I took you to England, and left you there, would you come back to me?”

Lara had pouted and thought for a while, it was such an odd question it must have been a trick of some kind. She couldn’t wrap her mind around it so she had simply smiled hopefully and shuffled closer so that she could feel Labembe’s breath tickle her brow. “Of course, silly, this is my home, why would I want to stay in stupid England if you were here? I belong with you.” her smile had faltered as a thought struck her. “Y… you’re not tired of me, are you? you’re not sending me away?”

“Of course not, sweet.” Labembe had sighed, petting her chin before standing and padding to the foot of the bed. Lara had mewed and crawled after her, watching the soft swell of her lover’s muscular ass shift with each step she took. Labembe had stopped and put her hands on her hips, laughing as Lara had immediately scurried to her and begun to nibble and kiss at her throbbing ebony length. “I believe you.”

Lara had let out a soft whoop of glee as Labembe took her by the hips and lifted her effortlessly into the air, touching her to the tip of her throbbing erection and pausing for a moment. Lara had seen an opportunity for mischief, and had wiggled herself in Labembe’s grip, making it hard for her to properly line herself up with Lara’s greedily dripping hole. 

Looking back on it, Lara was exceedingly glad she had, because it was precisely by doing that, she had led herself to her current position. Labembe was sleeping peacefully below her, the sounds of night drifted through their hut and Lara was at peace. She let out a soft gurgle of pleasure and wiggled herself on Labembe’s rod, feeling the flesh throb within her. she took in a deep breath through her nose, drinking in the musk of her lover’s cock, and swallowed. As expected Labembe’s cock twitched from the motion, practically vibrating from her balls, nestled comfortably between Lara’s doughy cheeks, to her tip, which was protruding from her gaping, spit-soaked lips. Labembe’s magics seemed to have all sorts of fun applications, such as growing her manhood to such a degree it was possible, indeed easy, for Lara to be fully sheathed upon it with room to spare.

She burbled happily to herself, looking upside-down at Labembe’s peaceful face. The thought occurred that she hadn’t been fed all day, having one’s mouth entirely occupied with cockmeat would put a stop to that after all. Perhaps worse, she hadn’t had a single load of Labembe’s delicious spunk, it had all shot out of reach, the closest she’d gotten was being used as a rag to wipe up the stains on the bed.

Slowly, she reached down and cupped Labembe’s balls in her hands, each tennis-ball sized orb filling her palms. She fondled them appreciatively for a while, before bubbling with impatience. One hand slid upwards, tracing the cock’s progression through her body from her belly to her bulging throat until she finally stroked her own spit-spilling lips and the fat cock sticking up from between them. Labembe was quite sensitive, she was sure if she just gave her a little toying, she’d spray a load right there in the bed, hopefully because Lara was keeping her immense rod stable, it would shoot straight up and splash down on her again.

She began to run her fingers slowly around the base of Labembe’s twitching brown tip, stroking the small bumps and ripples of veins and enjoying the excited vibrations she received. Her rubbing and stroking of both Labembe’s head and sack made her cock practically jump inside Lara’s speared body, twitching receptively and slowly beginning to throb. Lara babbled wetly to herself as she felt Labembe’s cock twitch violently and let out a delighted squelch as she saw her prize jet upwards.

For an instant a thick white stream of cum hung in the air above her, then, as she had hoped, it came crashing down again. Lara blinked as cum splattered over her face, dripping into her eyes and blocking her nose, dripping over her heaving chest and making her hair into a matted mess.

Beneath her, Labembe stirred with a quiet sigh and took Lara by the hips. “How is it, my sweet, that even speared on my cock you can make mischief?”

Lara giggled, and pawed at Labembe’s hands, wiggling herself and coaxing a few more drops of cum to ooze down Labembe’s cock onto her lips. The chief shook her head and stood, sending Lara’s helpless body bobbing as her rod stood to attention within her. her legs dangling uselessly off the floor, Lara reached back and gratefully took Labembe’s hands for support to stop her from sliding off her length. “Come then, miss Croft. Let’s get you clean so we can sleep.”

Labembe walked effortlessly through the hut and out into the night, carrying Lara wrapped around her cock like she weighed nothing. The cool night air was pleasant on Lara’s skin, as was the cooling spunk lathering her. she was walked through the village and out into the trees, the jungle so dark she was entirely blind. She wasn’t afraid, Labembe would look after her.

They came to a pool, and a small rushing waterfall, lit by moonlight streaming into the clearing. Lara had time to coo at the beauty of it before Labembe began wading into the lake and she was smacked in the face with water. She whined weakly as Labembe lifted her up out of the water and began to stroke through her hair, washing her meticulously and dropping her speared body back down into the pool every few moments.

Finally, as Lara was held by Labembe’s cock under the flow of the waterfall, the chief spoke.

“I believe that you are ready to be trusted, my sweet.” She purred, stroking over Lara’s stuffed belly. “So tomorrow I will allow you to wander the village alone.” Lara moaned thankfully and wiggled to show her appreciation. “the time is coming, wife of mine, when I will set you a very special task. Until then you must behave, or I won’t be able to trust you to go and…” she paused and rested her hand on Lara’s stomach, slowly pulling her rod out and cradling Lara against her. “I won’t put a child in you.”

Lara sighed and nuzzled into Labembe as she lifted her up again and cradled her. “I’m a good girl.”

“That you are, my sweet, that you are.”