Erotica Anthology #12

#73

Wheels of Time

All men died after the last battle. Once the great heroes are gone, the population lives under fear. The Shadow has now taken over every piece of land there is. But even though some countries haven’t given up and are still fighting, the main battles have already been lost. All the major cities and countries that once were great have been trampled down. And with that, the spoils of war as well.

[ Nynaeve and Min ]Nynaeve stares down at the thick handcuffs that are stubbornly clinging around her wrists with disdain. The piece of item is an interference device, built to block any wearer from channeling magic. She is no stranger to this object, but the Queen never thought that it would ever be used on her. This is such a disgrace. She can’t accept it.

Beside her, Min stumbles, arms and legs bound just like hers, though the ones that the young woman is wearing are normal, magicless.

They are being dragged by the filthy traitors toward the Darkhound territory. Little do they know, they are going to be used by the same filthy creatures, until there will be nothing left to them but equally filthy used up holes. The women don’t know what their enemies have in store for them - not exactly, anyway - but if they ever found out, they will be beyond pissed.

As soon as the women are captured, they are stripped from their clothes, shredding any form of dignity left in them. The women rebel, of course, but after a few sharp-curving warning whips, they start to fall back into line.

The almost three dozen of them are practically abandoned in the Darkhound territory once they arrive. The men all but leave, leaving the women all on their own. Just when they are about to make an escape, the Darkhounds appear, snarly and barking nastily, as if they are ready to tear their flesh apart.

The women break out in panic almost all at once in respond. They are still bound together as prisoners and got pulled back by the chains in resilient.

Min, being lighter and faster, gets to position and try to defend herself, but then a Darkhound leaps toward her and knock her down, causing sand and dirt to stick to her body when she lands. The girl uses the chains that bind her to her advantage, blocking the Darkhound from embedding its sharp teeth into her flesh. And while the young woman is distracted, the Darkhound moves toward his real target, which is something that is located in between the woman’s legs.

While Min tries to save herself from danger, she momentarily forgets about what is going on downstairs. The Darkhound uses their position to his advantage, placing himself in between her legs, her thighs pulled up to support her from his weight. What Min thinks is going to be her defense turns upside down when she can feel something steel hard and hot pressing persistently against her bare opening. She tries to ignore it at first, knowing how to short out her priority. The Darkhounds are known for their vicious, carnivore streaks, a life threatening threads to any living flesh.

Burning sulfur fills up her nostrils, and she can see saliva nearly dripping off from his fangs. Min presses herself to the ground, trying to put as much distance as possible between them. At the same time, she is also trying to push the Darkhound away. She can’t lose. She definitely can’t lose. They’ve already lost the battle. If she loses, and she’ll be gone for gone. She had lost her husband and friends; she does not think she can handle anything much worse than this.

No matter how much strength Min channels through her body, the Darkhound is clearly at the upper hand. He pushes forward with less effort, backing her up until her arms are pushed back. At the same time, he closes the already small distance between them, causing his aching c**k to start sliding into Min’s p***y.

The young woman screams. Everything around her, the same thing happens. Darkhounds begin breeding the woman, pushing their big, solid black c**k into the females’ womanhood, forcing these ladies to take in every inch of their thick d**k. Min doesn’t want this. She can’t believe that this is actually happening. Things just suddenly take turn for the worse, and the Darkhound herd is suddenly using their womanhood for breeding. No, this is a fate far worse than death.

No matter how strong the large dog pushes in, however, Min still refuses to be used like this. As a result, her tight walls stay clamped down, forcing the Darkhound to push in with a greater force. The internal friction causes flesh to rub hard against flesh, and in return, the weaker bleed. Min weeps as blood start to form inside her v****a. She is dry as f**k, and nothing about this consummation is consent. As a result, the four-legged Shadowspawn is made to use even more strength to break through her internal defenses.

The Darkhound pulls back his lips, showing a set of razor sharp teeth. He snarls at her, before finally pulling out. Just a little bit, though. He only does that to throw her off. And when she is momentarily unguarded, he uses that chance to slam right back in, this time thrusting his entire arm length d**k into her, filling her up nice and thorough.

Min withers in pain from the impact. She can see blood coating his d**k when he pulls out. And now, every inch of her senses is being overridden with immense pain. It hurts so bad that she can’t think straight, unable to breathe and function properly. Min has never left so weak and helpless before. The once cheerful and lively young woman is now reduced to a damn Darkhound’s f**k slave, and she can’t do a thing to change it. She is completely overpowered and unable to help.

And while Min is being f****d mercilessly by one Darkhound, other four-legged creatures begin to surrounding them, pupiless eyes glowing with hunger, waiting for their turn. Traces of tears run down her face, unable to contact herself from reaction. Her p***y is already bleeding from being force f****d so hard like this. Her entire body is shaking from the impact, her bare breasts slapping up and down in turns, n*****s erected from pain. Min tries to close her legs, but the Darkhound barks warningly, preventing her from closing her thighs.

He wants access to her most forbidden hole, and he is not going to take no for an answer. The Darkhound is programmed to breed from the female, but he is not the only one who has this train of thoughts. The whole herd is invaded with this maddening rush to breed, and there will be nothing to stop them. The numbers of women they receive is still a far cry from what they like though, and so the Darkhounds are forced to share a b***h together. Almost a dozen of Darkhounds can circling around one human female. Their c***s are all hard, and there is no stopping them from cumming on top of the female while they are waiting in line.

They have to be careful when handling these females though, or else they will face killing these good breeding tools. And if they make a mistake, the Shadowbrothers will only be making it difficult for themselves.

One Darkhound is currently busy pounding himself in and out of Min’s cunt. His taut ass clenches with excessive use of stamina, his tail wagging excitedly. The size of his c**k is no joke, with girth no less than a male arm’s width. That thing is jamming in and out of Min’s p***y like a deadly machine, ramming into her v****a so hard, the walls alone almost collapse by the sheer strength and speed. It also doesn’t help that Min’s cunt is so tight and small, causing every inch of the walls to cling into his length with no exception. Her dark depth grips around him so tautly without even doing much. The nature of her body works to his advance, because the Darkhound has every attention of keeping his seeds inside once he is done with her.

While one woman is losing her battle, another has just started.

Nynaeve is also facing the same judgment as her fellow people; being f****d by a Darkhound. But different from the others, Nynaeve is still pretty much fighting. She is currently being forced to lie down on the dirty ground, breasts and stomach kissing the hard earth, one Darkhound reprimanding her by the collar, fangs threatening close to shut while still around her flesh, while another is at the back, bounding ever so vigorously into her womb.

The former queen is clenching her teeth, biting back her disdain. How dare these lowly beasts trying breed her? Huh! Dare to see if they’ll take seed inside her. She is no common w***e. Her royal cunt is only for her husband, and her husband only! Dead he might be, but her tight passage is for his c**k’s access only. She will take no other c**k but his! And yet, here she is, being forced to lie on the ground, like she is nothing more but a sacrifice. They might be defeated, but Nynaeve will not give up just like this. She will have her revenge! She swears on her own life!

Hard slaps of flesh against flesh can be heard from everywhere, but the loudest one comes nowhere else but from behind her. Nynaeve can feel the four-legged creature’s balls slapping against her whenever he slams right back into her, hitting against her c******s. The former queen tries to ignore it, but the sound just grows louder whenever she closes her eyes. The thrusts become bolder, more powerful by each second. Being rutted by a beast like this, how shameful!

The beast f***s her hard until he spills his seeds inside her. Nynaeve thinks that she will just have to bare with this humiliation until the Darkhound is satisfied, but the woman is dead wrong. When the first Darkhound is done, another replaces it almost immediately. With no warming, another bulging c**k hammers into her p***y yet again, filling her up, the remaining c*m that still clings inside her becomes their lubricant this time.

The Darkhound’s c*m is strange. It’s color is a bottomless black, just like their coloring. The texture is like oil, turbid and greasy. Nynaeve wants nothing more than to get away and find her escape, but how can she accomplish that, when she can’t even use her magic? The once known great queen is useless against a bunch of Darkhound, all thanks to the damn anti-magic handcuffs!

And so the second c**k slides in and out of Nynaeve’s royal p***y as it pleases, creating squeaking and slicking sound at each friction. Pretty soon, this one also cums, flooding her womb with it is strange, gooey black c*m.

It’s gonna be over soon, it’s gonna be over soon, Nynaeve tells herself. But even after the half dozen time, the same thing keeps reoccurring. No matter how many c***s she forces herself to receive, they don’t seem to be planning to stop. They use her hole until Nynaeve runs out of patience. And when she does, the former queen does none but explode.

“Enough! I’m not a w***e for you to use! Let go of me! Let go of me, I say!” she demands furiously, but the action proves to be the wrong thing to do.

Enraged from hearing her words, more Darkhounds gather around her. Their numbers accumulate so greatly in the span of seconds until Nynaeve finds herself completely surrounded by the Shadowspawns. Nynaeve should know better than to trigger a response from their kind, but she just couldn’t hold herself in. Her p***y is splotched with gooey, disgusting, greasy black c*m, and she just can’t tolerate its presence any longer, let alone allowing it to be added inside her womb bit by bit. No! This is unacceptable! She refuses to stay idle about this for even a second longer.

The huge c**k inside her p***y stays still, but only for a moment. The Darkhound moves again, but this time he moves his hips twice faster than before, ramming in and out of her like crazy while two dozens or so pair of white, pupiless eyes stare at her body intensely.

The Darkhound that has been keep her neck on a lock suddenly removes his jaws away, before lowering his lower half and makes Nynaeve takes his c**k by the mouth. Pre-c*m is already dripping from his bulging p***s by the time this happens, leaving trails of dreadfully dark liquid from the robust tip. The Darkhound snarls some more, before the woman finally complies and part her lips.

He thrusts his hips forward, and Nynaeve is suddenly choked by his size. He is so huge, Nynaeve doesn’t think she has ever taken a c**k like this before. The Darkhound is even bigger than her late husband’s, the presence screaming all kinds of danger. His width forces her to open up so widely just so that she will not die choking, and it costs Nynaeve to almost break her jaw from opening it this far out.

Not only that, but a third Darkhound also invites himself to join in, taking her by the anus. He thrusts in without care, causing Nynaeve to scream in pain against the c**k in her mouth. The rest of the group closes in until she can feel their c***s taking over the remaining pace she has, feeling all kinds of c***s pressing solemnly at her breasts, back, waist, arms and legs. So many c***s . . . Five, nine, eleven . . . Nynaeve loses count out of nervously. What is this? What are they planning to do? Just what kind of atrocity are they going to put her body through?

Nynaeve doesn’t have to wonder long, because pretty soon, they start moving. Dozens of c***s move at the same time against her body, each with their own rhythm. It’s too much. She is not prepared for this type of scale. As a result, Nynaeve finds herself being drown in their c***s, corner by them at every inch of her body. They surround her in a tight pack, not allowing even a bit of chance for her to escape.

This is when the former queen finally finds herself totally robbed form freedom. It is also in this moment that her mind finally breaks. No, she can’t take it anymore. And the only way for her to survive is . . . to accept. Nynaeve stops fighting all of a sudden. Her passion to fight is then slowly being turned into a passion to f**k. She can’t do this. She can’t go on. This is the only way she can survive. Yes, she has to survive. She is one of the few people is left now, and Nynaeve knows that she has to do the right thing . . . even when the act itself is degrading.

And now that Nynaeve is no longer rebelling against her servitude, she begins to act as how a being of her status has to behave — serve. The breeding tool finally accepts her fate, and now begins to thrust back, meeting the rhythm of her masters. The Darkhound groans in approval, and together they increase their pace into a never seen before speed, until their crowd becomes nothing but a blur of black smoke.

[ Aviendha and Faile ]Across the lands, Aviendha and Faile will be facing the burden of being given to the Trolloc and Myrddraal army. They are to serve as camp whores, where they are going to be passed around from one foreign c**k to the next one, all in the purpose to become the men’s release holes. The soldiers are merciless, and they will use the two of them as they see fit — them and the several dozen other women of their people. Their c***s are hungry, and they will need to be engulfed by some warm p***y holes.

Aviendha and Faile arrive being bound in chains. They are dropped next to the feet of the army, along with everybody else. The women all shiver in fear, afraid of the inevitable. They want to flee, but their legs are bound together. They can fight, but there does not seem to be any chance left.

After being abandoned to fend for themselves in the hands of these ruthless soldiers, the women are immediately distributed throughout the men, each tearing their already rugged clothes, before the men invite themselves to drill into their p*****s. Screams can be heard left and right, echoing throughout the campsite in desperate notion. The women weep at the lost of their rights, being used as whores like this. The females try to deny these filthy beings, but the men refuses to keep their hands off these deliciously ripe p*****s.

The two leading ladies are parted in the midst of trying to save themselves. Aviendha is snatched away by one of the Trollocs, while Faile is taken by a Myrddraal. Almost immediately, their clothes are ripped from their bodies, and giant c***s are ramming into their sweet, tight cunts.

Aviendha is ravaged by three Trollocs at the same time, each carrying a gene of different animal species. Trollocs are also known to be part of Shadowspawns, created from a crossing between mankind and animal stock.

A bull Trolloc grabs her arm, taking a hold of the once proud warrior. He pushes aside his loincloth in order to release his veiny hardness, which is already engorged this whole time thanks to the building anticipation. The bulky male doesn’t waste his time, already positioning himself from behind Aviendha in order to tear through her tight entrance. The scent of her p***y is driving him crazy. He’s got a strong sense of smell, and her p***y has been airing up some delicious fragrance. He has to have her. His c**k needs some warmth, and he believes that this p***y will provide him with what he needs. Without wasting any time, he yanks her backward, penetrating her.

His huge d**k pushes against Aviendha’s cunt, making his way through the tight passage. The foreign object is invading her body so abruptly that the redhead has to grind her teeth together. The female warrior tries to wiggling herself free, of course, wanting this torture to stop, but the chains are still binding her wrists and legs together, preventing her from moving much. Aviendha tries to figure out a way to somehow use the chains to her advantage, but the pain inside her p***y is just too much, too distracting. She has never felt anything like this before. Yes, she had s*x, but this size is monstrous. Aviendha feels like a very bulky and long rock is pushing inside her.

The Trolloc’s c**k is just like the rest of his body, big and strong. Every inch of flesh is followed by a bit of fur and a lot of muscles. Triceps and biceps cover his entire girth, making the penetration process a very painful one. Aviendha’s hole is just too small. They are not a good fit. Anyone who see can immediately tell, but why is this creature still keep insisting in embedding himself inside her? Simple. He is just a mindless beast. He wants nothing else but to f**k her. That’s all she is to him — a hole to f**k. But if he thinks that Aviendha will simply sit idly while allowing this forced rutting continues, then it’s a big mistake.

Aviendha trashes against his hold, moving her body around to get herself free. The effort is only making her situation worse, though the woman can only feel the effect once the Bull Trolloc drives his c**k deeper into her dark depths. Gasp! in a sharp intake of air, Aviendha fills him slipping his d**k all the way through her clout passage, his huge d**k disappearing inside her body until her ass hits his pelvic bone, his fat hairy balls nesting against Aviendha’s inflamed opening. Her p***y . . . No . . . The monster got so deep inside her that she can’t even close her p***y back. He is filling her up so largely that every square of her walls are aching in pain, unable to relax at all.

Her core is throbbing. Her tight walls cling around him so badly that she can feel him throbbing back from inside her stomach. The Bull Trolloc is about to move, when another male approaches them. This time, it is a Tiger Trolloc. Both beasts groan, communication in their own way. They seem to be arguing for some time, before finally reaching to a common decision. Suddenly, the Bull Trolloc retrieves his c**k from her p***y, and all is well. Before Aviendha can let out a sigh of relief, however, the Bull Trolloc just have to reenter her, this time through her back entrance.

“No! Don’t! That’s not what it’s meant for!” The female can protest, but she is not the one with the power now. She might be a warrior, but these beasts are twice the size of her, not someone she can easily overcome. Aviendha ends up struggling against their hold, but she is powerless, like a child trying to fight against a pair of grown ups. It’s useless. Resistance is futile.

The Bull’s powerful c**k smack against her anus, before sliding through Aviendha’s equally tight posterior. The Bull hisses in pain from the clenching tightness that the female can provide, the clamping strength twice the strength that the first hole. It is clear that she has never been used this way before, and the fact pleases the soldier beyond measure. He can already see droplets of fresh blood begin rippling through her length, all thanks to the uninvited intrusion. The Bull makes use of the blood as their lubricant, rubbing his hard c**k around the warm red liquid, before proceeding to press through the female’s back end, penetrating her ass until he is all the way inside.

Aviendha is crying the whole time. It’s so painful that the redhead can’t stop the tears from rolling out. She has never felt this helpless before. She is a proud warrior, damn it! Not some lowly w***e to be used like this. And what is worst is that she is going to be shared by a fellow beast.

The Tiger Trolloc pushes aside his own loincloth, allowing his throbbing c**k to spring free. The Trolloc behind her lifts her up, allowing him to slide all the way inside her until his d**k hits the base of her rectum. Aviendha lets out an audible gasp. The gut wrenching invasion doesn’t stop there. The Tiger just has to make it worse, by penetrating her from the other side. She can see him clearly as he places himself in between her raised legs, using his claws to support her weight as well. He grabs her upper thighs, before nudging forward, allowing the head of his c**k to make contact with her pink slit. The redhead stares wide eyed in horror as the Tiger presses through, making her watch as his thick, muscled rood makes its way home inside her p***y.

The presence of two extremely huge d***s inside her makes Aviendha scream in pain. Her body is just not ready for this scale of invasion. The woman thrashes against them, not really looking to fight, but just trying to get away. Either way, it’s useless. The two Trollocs are too strong, and they are not giving her a chance to escape. She will take both of their c***s, whether she likes it or not.

The Tiger Trolloc makes her swallow every inch of his big d**k, his size so huge that he is literally tearing her v****a apart, causing her slit to rip in an attempt to make space for his intruding width. The female bleeds from there too, though not as heavy as she is at the back. She is clearly not a virgin, but is simply wounded. No matter. They’ll put her to a good use.

Once the second Trolloc is fully inside her, the two start moving. They alternate in their rhythm, so that when the Bull is hitting home up against her rectum, the Tiger pulls his d**k all the way until just the tip is resting inside her. Then when it is time for them to alter the movement, the Tiger drives himself a long way from ring muscle and going deep into the female’s cunt until the head of his c**k slams into her cervix, while the Bull almost pulls out. They continue this action until their speed increase, all the way until her breasts shake.

While their c***s as busy filling each of her whole, Aviendha’s breasts and mouth receive all the attention she can get on them. The Tiger Trolloc grabs each side of her full mound, clenching, gripping and squeezes hard, playing with her as if she is a mere toy. His claws are so sharp that he nicks her skin here and there, drawing little droplets of blood, though the pain is still nothing compared to the two d***s that are buttheading inside her stomach, making a scramble out of her guts.

The Bull Trolloc finds himself fascinated with her around ass, each two front feet cupping her rump, pressing in and pushing them apart, making way for his big d**k. He parts her cheeks so wide open until it hurts, until her flesh refuses to budge an inch further. He does all of this while ramming in and out of her ass, causing her insides to be pulled and strained until everything become a huge mess.

The Tiger part his jaws, revealing a set of sharp pointy teeth. Aviendha yelps, thinking that he is about to take a bite out of her. But then he surprises her by clasping his teeth around her n****e, nibbling at her. He doesn’t bite through all the way, just nicking her a little bit, tasting her blood when he swipes out his long, large tongue. His partner does the same also, leaning down, making her head stumbles back until he can insert his large tongue into her mouth, sucking her hard.

Aviendha can taste grass in the Bull’s mouth, and the woman struggles hard not to throw up right there and then. Her body is bent to complicated directions, ass and head so way back while midsection is arching forward. d***s repeatedly embedding themselves inside her so deep, while tongues roam her bosom and throat. Aviendha has never felt so full before — at least not this much, coming from many different directions at the same time. But if she thinks this is brutal, she has another thing coming.

Behind them, more Trollocs are gathering, waiting for their turn to use this hole.

. . . . .

When they are separated, Faile ends up running past through the herd of Trolloc soldiers, who are happened to be busy catching ripe women left and right, only to find herself encountering a ruthless Myrddraal. He is tall, almost twice the height of her body, his body covered in a long black cloak. He barely has any flesh on his lips, exposing a good amount of teeth and gum. The area where his eyes are supposed to be are not there. Combined with the bold, pale head, the creature gives off a very unnatural vibe. There are too many muscles clinging to his thick neck, and his fingers are unusually thin and long.

Faile doesn’t see many Myrddraal among the crowd, but he is as creepy as the rumors she has heard circulating from his kind. But if she thinks that Myrddraals are sterile, the princess will have to rethink about her fundamental knowledge.

Unbeknown to mankind, Myrddraals are actually potent. It is just that their seeds will not take roots if they do not find the right female. Among thousands and thousands of p***y, there only exist one that is really meant for the Myrddraals. She might be a defective among her people, but to the Myrddraals, she is the only p***y that is made to be a match to their c***s. And the owner of that cunt is standing right in front of one of them.

Faile ducks to the far corner, hoping to make a quick escape, but the Myrddraal is much faster. In a blink of a blur, the tall Myrddraal stands right in front of her, his hand snatching her chains. As fast as that, he pulls her up, causing Faile to be lifted above the ground. The Myrddraal uses his other hand to drip a finger inside her snatch. Faile tries to kick him off, but his body feels as hard as stone. The index finger dips inside her, so thin and long that he can touch her cervix in just one simple slide.

Faile lets out a whimper, all senses centering around her tingling womb. In less than a second, heat pools inside her guts. When the Myrddraal retrieves his finger, a nice coat of juice stick to his finger, the tip connected by a string of juice to her p***y. The Myrddraal brings his index finger into his mouth, before taking a taste. As soon as that, the Myrddraal falls into silence, but suddenly letting out a gut-wrenching scream, as if he is the one that is in pain. Almost at the same time, the rest of the Myrddraals lift their heads and drop everything that they are doing, before slowly making their way to them.

The Myrddraal must have given them some sort of signal. What it is, Faile doesn’t know. All she knows is that nothing good will never come out of this. Their numbers are not many, only consisting of five percent from the entire army, though that alone is plenty. Faile counts at least forty heads gathering around her, some either being bold or their heads are covered in a thick of dark mob of hair. Black and white. Those are the only colors she can see. It’s so strange that Faile start to suspect that she might go colorblind.

The first Myrddraal is the tallest one among them. He lifts her up until her arms are hanging from above, her legs kicking nothing but empty air. He lifts what is left of her skirt up, before lowering her center to his mouth. Faile tries to kick his face away, but the Myrddraal is stronger. With his other hand, he can easily pry over her legs, making them part of him. His long, thin stretching tongue is already sticking out from outside his mouth, looking like a predator about to devour its prey. Faile stares in horror that her bared p***y gets closer and closer toward him. She can even see the inside of his throat from his angle, and it ain’t pretty.

The tongue is the first to touch her, sliding into her tight passage fast, its size making the attempt almost as close to being effortless. The second thing that happens is the tip of his long tongue making contact with the inside of her womb. The contact is so sudden that her body can’t help but react to the natural stimulant. Faile makes a face, before her inner muscles clench down hard. c*m begin to drip from the pink slit and going into the Myrddraal’s mouth. Soon enough, the Myrddraal gets a mouthful of female cunt — and a fertile one at that.

The Myrddraal herd all triumph in their finding. Finally, after all this time, searching and failing and searching and failing again, they finally find the one. This time, they are going to succeed creating their own little spawns. They will make good use of this hole, birthing newborn children to their herd. She will make a find mother. Look, the female is giving herself to the Myrddraals already, dripping such sweet liquid from her soft cunt.

She can’t believe that she has just cummed for this monster. This creature, that is less than a human and more of a monster, is drinking from her p***y so lively, he is treating her v****a like a drinking fountain.

Another tongue quickly joins in, this time coming from another Myrddraal. He is just as tall as the first one, making it easy for him to dip into her. Now two tongue in inside her p***y, but this crowd will not be satisfied until every single one of them joins in. Some tongues slip into her ass as well, tasting her back passage. They find that she is sweeter at the front and saltier at the back. Some Myrddraals even switch in between holes, leaving some residual flavor from each hole in the process. Faile watches as a Myrddraal slips out from her anus, carrying a good amount of her own s**t on his tongue, before shoving it right into her p***y.

Noooo! That’s not where it’s supposed to go! No! Don’t! She doesn’t want s**t in her p***y. Her p***y! Her clean passage has been tainted! Disgusting! Revolting!

“No, no, no, no,” Faile chants in tears for being put in such a turmoil. Her royal p***y has always been treated so delicately. Her husband always treat her good, and the handmaidens only make sure to clean her up afterward. She never thought that she would ever be shoved with her own s**t. She can see the brown stuff being smeared at in between her legs, staining her further. The many dozens of tongues all move inside her at the same time, not even paying attention to her slowly succumbing ruin.

The Myrddraals then begin to disrobe, almost all at once, allowing Faile to eye their huge c***s in horror. Their c***s are pale, just like the rest of them. They are hairless down there, allowing the princess so see every square of their pale hardness. Just like their thick necks, their lengths are covered with some excessive muscle layers. The tips are smooth and round, like their bald heads. The first Myrddraal lowers Faile down, only to make her sit on the length of his d**k.

Faile is clueless to what he plans to do, until he begins sliding her up and down against his gigantic length, making use of his uneven muscles to rub at her vulva. The effect is immediately, of course, causing her p***y to leak out more glistening juice. Faile doesn’t like this, but she can’t deny the pleasure he brings her. He is making her into his personal lubricant bottle, squeezing out more sticky wet juice every time.

The Myrddraal continues to do this until he sees it fit, before positioning her opening against the huge round tip of his c**k. His c**k slides all the way inside without much trouble. That is, until he hits a snag. Turns out his c**k is way too long for the human female to accept, and he is forced to jerk into a stop right at the one third of the journey. There are still so many inches there is to take, yet her body doesn’t even have anymore room. What she lacks in depth can be made up in width, though, and more Myrddraals begin pouring in, trying to find a space for their c***s to fill in. Naturally, her cunt will be an ideal place to spill their seeds, but they trust their brothers.

There is no doubt in their finding. This female is the one. She is the only potent female that can take in their seeds and make them blossom. Thus, she must bare the burden of carrying all of their seeds. She must accept every single one of them, even when there is only one small body of hers.

The Myrddraals all try to slide inside her, whether it is into her cunt, ass, or mouth. She has to be completely filled. There will be no exception. Her holes must be filled of their d***s. It is the only way to continue their lineage, and also help them find their release.

Faile’s mind is going blank. Two, nine, twenty, twenty-two. She counts the d***s that slide into her holes until she can’t think straight anymore. They are so many of them, and their c***s barely fit inside. She might have taken their d***s in, but there is still a long way to go. They fill her up until her entire senses are tingling so hard, now Faile is dripping with c*m. She is overwhelmed with this vastly building need to be filled, even though she is being stretched so far off with these many d***s. p*****s. Her mind is filled with filthy imaginary of their pale, huge p*****s. Faile would never thought of a day when she would be this lewd, but she can’t deny that their advances is slowly getting to her.

Itching. Her insides are itching. The princess has this indescribable need to have something deep inside her to be scratched, and there is only one way to find her release.

“P-please . . .” Faile begins to speak. “Please . . . f**k me. I-I need more d***s. Please fill me up. Please help stuff up my naughty holes.” She says this, but her mouth is already full, so her words come out incomprehensive. It doesn’t matter though, because the Myrddraals can already guesses what the female wants. Fulfilling her wish, the entire herd moves closer toward her, directing their d***s to slide into her holes. There are so many of them that the Myrddraals have to crawl on top of each other to find some good space.

For this who are unlucky enough to come in late, they settle with rubbing their d***s against Faile’s body, ripping her clothes off and sliding the lengths right up against her soft, taut breasts. Some of them also find some pleasure at their asscheeks, laying their length in the valley of her butt.

It is when they begin to move that everything turns chaotic — in a good way. Faile has never imagined that she will ever be put in this type of situation. Having dozens of c***s moving inside and against her is an experience that is out of the ordinary. The princess is so overwhelmed that it doesn’t take time before she starts cumming, spraying out gush after gush of her warm load.

Faile cums much more frequent compared to the Myrddraals, of course, but when they do c*m, they can spray out pints after pints of semen in one go . . . for each creature. So naturally, by the time that the Myrddraals finish cumming inside and on her, the former princess is left boneless in a pile of thick, sticky white goo of c*m, the creamy liquid clinging to every square of her body, starting from every parts of her skin that can be seen, and down to the very dark depths of her reproductive and digestive systems. She is so full to the point that her holes are gaping, squirting out sploonges of semen puree. She is so thoroughly filled, inside and outside, and there will be nothing stopping this girl from wanting more, even when her body can barely keep up with this type of multiple penetrations.

Yes . . . that’s right. She needs more seeds inside her. . . .

[ Elayne and Tuon ]The Queen of Andoer and Empress of Seanchan are shipped off to the betrayers for them to enjoy. It is a degrading punishment, but the two queens can’t do anything much after they’ve lost the war. They are chained up like the f**k slaves they are made to be, and the two of them can’t do anything but grind their teeth. They’ve tried to rebel before, of course, but it only makes the punishment even much harsher. It’s gotten so bad that Elayne is forced to be their public dancer s***h the men’s c*m bucket, while Tuon is reduced so low like an animal, attached to this skeleton device that permanently locks her in place. She can stand, but instead her body is forced to crawl on all four like a dog, while her around ass is arched up so high, her anus and cunt slit are both exposed in one angle, free for anyone who walks by to stare at.

Any form of clothes are taken away, naturally, leaving these women naked for days. They don’t have even a single stitch of fabric to cover themselves against the elements, which sometimes allows some dirt or pebbles to get inside places they don’t want them to be in. To top it all off, there is also a never ending stream of c*m, all originated from countless men, still sticking inside their cunts and assholes. The semen stubbornly stick inside the queens’ bodies, refusing to get out no matter many much they try to. They are not allowed to wash themselves, so naturally they can’t even clean those areas. Their only shower is the c*m itself. It’s also their source of food. The former queens are not allowed to shower and consume anything else but these traitorous men’s stinky seeds.

They can’t believe how far these beauties have fallen. Elayne was once a prideful queen and magician, but after being cuffed with an anti-magic handcuff, she is reduced to anything but their personal c*m bucket. She used to be so tight and feisty — she still is — but multiple penetrations and continuous usage has stretched her out a little bit. To top of all off, her once smooth and bare skin has not been covered with all kinds of piercing and tattoos, each added for a certain number of c***s and achievement the ex-queen has accomplished. All were forced upon her person, of course, but it’s not like she can fight them off, no matter how much she attempts to. She is only but one woman, and she is greatly outnumbered. 

Tuon has also fallen into a state equally just as worse, if not more. She used to be an empress, but now, they have put her low like a dog — f****d like one, too. The dark chocolate beauty is a sight to behold, and all men — spanning from mercenaries to high nobles  — are all eager to spill their seeds inside her. They traitorous bastards had betrayed their countries, kings and queens, playing quite a major part in the downfall of their kingdoms. And now, the very same traitorous bastards are about to leave some bastard spawns for the former empress to bare.

Elayne has lost count in how many times she has been trying to escape — each time ended up with ultimate failure and crushing defeats. Every time the Shadow Followers catch her, she is condemned with an even more humiliating punishment. If it’s not being stuffed with so many c***s until she is full, she can have it worse by being forced to dance while she is at it. These men are impatience, and if she ever stops for a moment too long — thanks to being overstuffed with their own c***s — she will receive small electric shocks as a side punishment. Elayne is forced to dance while being f****d, which in the end forces her to move against their thrusts while they are f*****g her. This makes her seem like she is participating in her own rape, but it’s not. Sometimes she is just so tired that she has no strength left to fight, so the ex-queen is left with no other choice but to move according to their rhythm.

Tuon also faces similar dilemma. Her pride will not allow a high empress such as herself to be used like some common w***e, but the Shadow Followers are overpowering her, their wicked smiles and their sweaty, grabby hands are the only things she can see. Tuon tries to fend herself, but there is so much she can do until she is exhausted. It also has not been easy ever since they condemned her with this skeletal device. The metal tool might be rustic, but it can hold her down for long. She has tried every way she can come up with to remove it, but the thing keeps persistently digging into her skin.

She knows that she has to act fast, but there is nothing much she can do in this situation. But if she allows more semen to keep piling up inside her cunt, soon or later, she will get pregnant. These file men spend no effort is cumming outside. Each c**k that make it’s way inside her always make sure to c*m inside. Dispiteful! Disgusting! Tuon curses them every time they force her to take their seeds, but the men just grin back sadistically.

“No! Stop! I don’t wanna get pregnant. Stop!”

[ Story continues to part 2 in next volume! ]