When Honor Is Broken Chapter 3

Aggression was coming more and more naturally to Jaune with every day. And the rewards of that aggression, like the deliciously tight throat of the captured scout he was now face-fucking, were feeling sweeter and sweeter. Gripping her bunny ears tighter, he jerked her back and forth until he could feel his balls start to churn and the familiar twitch in his cock before he released a thick load right down the Beastwoman’s gullet. As soon as he’d finished satisfying himself with her body, Jaune jerked his dick out of her mouth. The bunnygirl only responded with a dizzy, delirious smile as she murmured her thanks incoherently, a gob of Jaune’s cum dribbling down her chin. She had proven to be so weak-willed upon their first contact that Jaune had briefly wondered if the Beastwomen would be worth a damn, but as soon as Jaune asserted himself upon her, the scout had revealed she had a powerful submissive side and a fantasy of this exact scenario.

Which had been a relief. The Beastwoman Tribe intrigued Jaune, not the least for being a race of only women, but also because they had sounded like a race of fierce warriors. With what they’d been able to figure out, between local lore and Glynda’s scrying, they captured men to use as breeding stock, and their culture demanded that they seek out the strongest men to breed strong children. As such, they had experience as ambushers and were strong enough to take the best warriors of the land by surprise. They’d make good warriors, if they lived up to their reputation.

Finding this scout had been a stroke of luck in that regard. She’d folded in an instant, but it wasn’t due to weakness—it was because Jaune had been fortunate enough to find a girl who was a naturally submissive slut who longed to find herself captured by her prey and forced to worship a man’s cock. Jaune felt compelled to gently stroke her ears and pat her head, a reward for being such a good pet, and the scout burbled happily, a cum-glob dripping from her chin onto her fat tits. Yes, she was a very good pet.

But he had other tasks at hand than just using a bunnygirl to get himself off. He glanced at Glynda as she entered the room, her gaze enviously drifting to the mess the scout had been reduced to. Jaune tried not to smirk, but seeing how easily he now controlled his former captor never failed to give him pleasure. The power he now held over her was absolute, her mind utterly remolded to serving him, and while he could see that deviousness still at work behind her eyes, it was all twisted into her new desires. All her passions were now directed towards her opportunity to be as broken and ravished as this slut.

And Jaune had made it clear her best chance of receiving that was in being useful to him.

She cleared her throat, trying to hide her jealousy as she began, “I can confirm the information Velvet has given us-” Jaune raised an eyebrow at that, causing Glynda to sigh. “Velvet Scarlatina, the scout who you just finished throatfucking, before you reduced her to this… state, she’d given up information about the Beastwomen that I’ve been able to independently confirm as accurate.”

The scout, Velvet, giggled brainlessly, as Glynda continued, the witch no longer able to hide her livid envy. Heh, the fact that Jaune hadn’t even bothered learning the slut’s name seemed to be something that had set her off… perhaps a treat to dangle before the witch? Some degrading nickname or humiliating title to further lower her before him? But he’d have time to decide that later.

“So, do they seem to be a fitting start for my army? If so, I’d think Alice deserves a reward…”

Glynda stiffened, just as Jaune hoped. But she continued through gritted teeth, “Yes, my Lord, the Beastwomen are numerous and mighty. And… they seem to be easy to subjugate, so long as this little slut,” she looked at Velvet with withering contempt, “is capable of playing her role.”

“So there’s a plan,” Jaune dryly replied.

Nodding, Glynda explained, “The tribe have two leaders—something like a war leader and a domestic leader. The war leader merely needs to be bested in a challenge, something I think you’ll find… quite manageable,” from the sultry roll of her voice, Jaune surmised that Glynda had a very particular kind of challenge in mind, which Jaune was of the same mind for, “But for the domestic leader, she’s more… subtle. The Wise Woman of the tribe, and she’ll require a… defter touch. But once you’ve taken both of them, you’ll have conquered both their strength and their wisdom, and their influence will let you take what you please of the tribe, whether as the forces for your army or for… other pleasures.”

Jaune grinned. In spite of her rampant jealousy, Glynda couldn’t bring herself to not indulge Jaune’s more base desires. Each new girl would bring competition, not just for her spot as effectively Jaune’s lieutenant in his quest, but also for his attention. Glynda had little to fear from other women, what with her curvy hourglass figure, boasting truly massive tits and a personal history that made Jaune enjoy humiliating her more than anyone other than what he had in store for the treacherous Arslan. But as his harem grew, his attention would no doubt be divided, and so she did have worries that came with his expanding desires. But he desired pretty things to amuse himself with and so… she had no choice but to fetch them for him.

He admired her loyalty in this. Had this been his life as a Paladin, if he powers had brought him anything like this pathetic, broken witch now bent wholly to carrying out his will and serving his pleasure, he may never have fallen in the first place.

“Very well, I look forward to claiming them,” he said, rewarding Glynda by palming one of her tits and giving her a painful squeeze. She moaned in undisguised, masochistic pleasure, her earlier composure collapsing into wanton need. Grinning, Jaune continued to mash and tug at her chest as he added, “But tell me more, slut, of how I shall take them…”

LINE BREAK KALI

Kali sighed as she rifled through her store of herbs. It was no true difficulty; she knew both her herblore and her meticulous storage system like the back of her hand, but she also had so much on her mind that even ordinary tasks seemed so much more difficult as she kept forgetting her place as she caught her mind drifting back to what loomed over them all.

Bringing a human into the camp had been a breach of tradition. Bringing a man in particular was enough to make Kali wary. But Velvet had insisted that this man be treated as a high priority for the Tribe, and Kali was inclined to give her the benefit of the doubt. Oh, Sienna had been quick to give her opinion on Velvet’s more fretful attitude and her constant worries that a human might catch her while scouting… but Kali always found Velvet’s more nervous side rather cute, and besides… what she had to say spoke to Kali’s duties more than Sienna’s.

This human, a… “Paladin,” as Velvet had said he was titled, was a rather remarkable specimen. Kali had heard bits of lore about the far-off humans who lived in numbers far, far greater than the little settlements the Tribe raided, humans whose numbers grew to obscene quantities and subjugated the natural order to their will. Those humans had men who were clad head to toe in iron and spent their whole lives mastering battle. This Paladin must be one of those men, and from cursory examination of his body, he… certainly had the musculature for it. Fearsome, but easily subdued when their guard was down—which came as soon as they returned behind their stone walls and eschewed their iron clothes. They thought their industry made them powerful, but it made them neglect the inner strength the Tribe nurtured in their warriors, even timid Velvet. And so, they were easy prey.

But this human was supposedly different. Velvet had been able to capture him because he was no less arrogant and misguided as any other of his kind, but he apparently boasted some talent with magic that made Kali… concerned. Humans could use magic, in many, many ways, but this human apparently had the ability to… apparently consume magic. To take a potion or spell within him and break it down into its raw energies, magnifying and projecting them most unnaturally. Such a thing was a threat to the natural order and so Velvet had immediately recognized him as something that must be brought back to the Tribe for inspection.

Sienna had wanted to simply slit his throat and be done with it—”If he’s a threat, he’s only a threat while alive,” she’d said, producing her knife—but Kali had stayed her warlike companion’s hand. She had wanted to see this power for herself, to know what the humans were experimenting with and… and more so, it felt wrong to kill a man merely on the suspicions of some abominable power. Velvet was a scout, she was not Wise, and so Kali feared what she might misjudge as dangerous. If the human wasn’t some great danger, Kali wasn’t sure what she would do next, but she couldn’t rest easy knowing he might be innocent of the accusation leveled against him.

Softness, Sienna had called it, not with words, but with her gaze. Ever since her daughter had left the Tribe to seek her fortune, Kali had been unable to lead as she ought to, with confidence and the serene certainty of the Wise. But Sienna could not bring herself to condemn Kali for indulging her softness and did not oppose her request to examine the young man.

Laid out on the table, he seemed quite unthreatening. He slumbered peaceably, the effects of the sleeping draught Velvet had surreptitiously used upon him still in effect. Perhaps the human needed to be conscious to devour magic, or perhaps he could only eat certain kinds of magical reagents and not all herblore was affected? She’d see to it as she dabbed her fingers into her pestle and smeared the green salve across his naked chest. He was… impressively well-honed in terms of his physique. It wasn’t part of Kali’s examination but, even though it had been years since she’d upheld her duty to the Tribe and taken a lover, she still couldn’t help but feel the familiar heat in her loins as she traced his well-formed abdominal muscles, even up to his pectorals, though those were only to feel how hard they were under her touch.

She could see the salve had an effect on him—his skin turned pink around it, the effect of the unguent magically reaching out to the smallest elements of his body, drawing their attention to wherever it touched. It was a useful substance for many things, as it increased the body’s sensitivity in those places. Useful for when you wanted the body’s attention to be drawn away from somewhere else, such as when applying the ritual tattoos on more sensitive members of the Tribe, or in heightening sensation, such as when Kali would have Initiates smear it under their noses before partaking of the incense that would take them on their spiritual journey into full membership of the Tribe.

It also was used by chosen maidens who had captured a less-than-cooperative mate, to ensure the man was fully prepared for their coupling…

Kali almost had to clasp her hand to her mouth! Why was she thinking that? She hadn’t needed any such stimulants when she had captured her brawny warrior and mated with him! She had… had more than enough arts to allure him, the arts of the Wise that knew how to awaken a man’s lust and drive his body into an erotic madness that would overpower all thought. The way a woman’s body could move, how fingers, lips, a tongue, could inflame desire. And… and she was a very attractive woman. She had a grown daughter, and yet, her figure was still the envy of many in the tribe, her breasts seeming to defy gravity just as her body denied time—ah, a testimony to the knowledge of the Wise!—and her wide, motherly hips had even caused Sienna to stare when she thought Kali wasn’t looking. Though that feisty kitten could look all she wanted, a good way to burn off some of that aggression and quench the War Leader’s fiery spirit was between her thighs…

Mercy, where was this coming from! Kali had to admit, she… she felt a heat in her core that worsened with every step, the friction of her thighs alone seemed to be almost too much as her pussy began to speak with a most insistent need. She had never asked to be granted the honor of seeking a second child, not after she had her daughter, but now, she… felt the sorrow of an empty nest. And maybe a new child would help return her to those happy days of nursing a sweet kitten on her breast… and she didn’t have that much more time, not when such a request would require approval from Sienna as well as others of the tribe…

Kali had a sudden, naughty impulse to… “skip the line,” as it were, and invite herself to enjoy this handsome, manly specimen. Velvet’s concerns were evidently unfounded, anyways, and it would be a terrible shame to execute him when he’d be much better as a breeding stud. Sienna wouldn’t approve, but Kali had an inkling of how to calm that feisty kitty down, and besides… as Kali took a long, deep sniff of the Paladin’s scent, she picked up a note of Velvet amongst his rich, heady musk. Someone took some liberties with her captive on the trip back, and just picturing the shy bun conquering her fears as she rode her prisoner… it was making Kali very wet. And that was a much better argument than anything her “reasonable” side could come up with.

Feeling so very naughty as she removed the Paladin’s loin cloth, Kali gasped to see the man’s cock spring forth. It was… it was so very big, so much bigger than most of the males Kali had seen before! And its scent, its pungent, musky odor now seemed to fill the room. She had hardly gotten the full effect of it before she had her nose nearly pressed against his shaft, but it was far, far stronger than she had expected as her pussy began to drip. No wonder Velvet couldn’t help herself… Kali was of the Wise, and even she felt like a Maiden before it!

She saw no need to wait on ceremony. Her captive was unconscious and she was breaking the rules, so she quickly shucked her clothing as she pulled herself onto the table to put herself athwart this most delectable captive. Oh, spirits! She was wet, and as she felt the head of his cock rub against her netherlips, Kali marveled at how sensitive she was! She almost wondered if she’d mishandled the salve, but if she had, then she was damn glad of it! Especially as she pushed down and took the human’s cock into her!

She moaned as the human’s dick seemed to just go deeper and deeper and deeper into her, like it went beyond just filling her pussy and instead split open her entire being. Was this- was this magic, some kind of curse or-

But Kali’s worries simply shorted out as she bottomed out on him. With a gasp, she felt how- how filled she was by the most delicious dick she’d ever had! Her hips kicked in well before her mind did, riding him in a rolling up-and-down motion as Kali rode her stallion. Oh, this was incredible, this was so much more than she had thought it would be! She was so- so- so-

SO FUCKING GLAD SHE’D FUCKED HIM!

She came like a thunderbolt, an explosive squeal of primal pleasure as her long-denied needs came surging back with a vengeance. Even as she came, her body was in the grip of a deep yearning that compelled her not to slow down as she bucked atop him, her generous cheeks slapping against him as she bounced up and down on his dick. She’d already cum once, and yet, Kali could already feel another orgasm coming! Ohhhh, she couldn’t let him go, couldn’t part from this virile specimen, even after he’d given her a kitten to raise, she’d definitely need to keep him around for this, even if it was in defiance of all tradition!

As another orgasm crested upon her, Kali threw her head back and yowled in glee as her body proclaimed FUCK TRADITION! If any of the rest of the Wise had experienced a cock like this, they would have-

Kali yelped as she suddenly felt two strong hands clasp her hips, but any objection to the discovery that the Paladin was awake was utterly erased as his strong grip on her let him pound her like never before! His cock went so deep, it was splitting her open! Splitting- splitting her mind as Kali was simply buffeted by wave after wave of sexual pleasure, her body enthralled by the promise of his seed planted deep inside her just as much as it was commanded by his strong and manly grip! She couldn’t- couldn’t- OH GODS SHE COULDN’T TAKE IT!

With a godlike thrust the Paladin released inside her and Kali’s mind, and all the discipline and experience of the Wise, was obliterated in that moment. Her mouth hung open, wordlessly, as she simply found herself at the mercy of his potent seed bursting inside of her, flooding her pussy, her womb, her whole being as she could do nothing more than accede to her subjugation.

As her paramour moved from beneath her, though still leaving her fully impaled on his mighty lance, he looked her over with a critical gaze. Some part of Kali that still had some sense of coherence awkwardly tried to thrust her chest out for him, knowing how appealing it was to men. She needed him to like her, to want her, to slake his desires upon her.

“You’re not a warrior,“ he said, his voice cold and clinical, cutting her down to just her component parts for his evaluation, “so I don’t need you in the field, so your body… is perfect for breeding.”

Kali’s eyes rolled at the thought. He was- he was going to breed her! Breed her lots and lots and lots! A whole- she’d carry a litter of kittens for this- this man, this lordly, godlike MAN who’d claimed her!

“Th-thank you,” she slurred, her voice little more than an exhalation… but aching with sincerity.

LINE BREAK SIENNA

Danger lurked in every corner. Behind every tree was a foe, in every dark cave lurked a beast, and beyond their woods, an uncountable multitude of “civilized” races sought their annihilation. This was not something that could be changed; this was the nature of living in the world of Sienna Khan.

She excelled at danger. She never let her guard down, never expected anything less than death and knew to trust her senses. When she beheld the “Paladin” that Velvet had brought back, Sienna had seen him for what he was. A danger. One that should have been nipped in the bud immediately, should have ended right there, his blood pouring out to nourish the land. Then, Sienna could sleep easily. Then she could say she was War Leader.

But no, the human still lived, and so Sienna felt the threat he carried within her Tribe. Kali… Sienna had indulged Kali’s softness, and now she knew, she knew, they would all pay the price. As she slipped across the woods to Kali’s furtive abode, Sienna’s second sense told her that she’d made the greatest mistake in allowing Kali to be alone with that- that man.

Shaking her head, Sienna refused to let her feelings interrupt her. Let her frustration and regret sharpen her fury, but she wouldn’t let it weaken her. Whatever her… her fondness for Kali was, the older woman who had guided her, shaped her as the War Leader… that was not her concern.

Letting her anger focus her, Sienna kicked in the door and beheld…

Kali was lying on her table, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she shook from- from that man standing over her, her knees over his shoulders, as he slammed into her, rutting her like a mindless animal, like some… brutish beast who Sienna should never have allowed near her Kali!

“Snrk, h-hey kitten…” Kali giggled as Sienna remained frozen in rage and horror, “Y-you’ve gotta, unnnh, gotta wait your t-turn, but M-Master’ll… f-fuck your pussy goody good, too!”

She then giggled some more, the serene Wise Woman now reduced to this… creature’s brainless bimbo, like a Maiden in heat! With a snarl, Sienna raised a clawed finger at the human and raged.

“Step away from her, Paladin! I’d rather not spill your foul and profane blood upon her!”

The human merely gave her a disinterested look, his hips still pounding away. “If you’re worried about that,” he grunted, “you’re a little late. Already spilled something even more profane within her.” Then with a deep groan, to Sienna’s disgust and dismay, he evidently released more of his noxious emission within her.

Made so much worse by Kali’s giddy squeal of delight.

He was a sorcerer. Some kind of weaver of dark magics who’d turned- who’d turned even Kali into a wanton slut. He’d turn the whole tribe into his pets if he had the chance, but Sienna would tear his throat out and make him pay for his defilement!

“Hold,” he raised a hand before Sienna could strike, “I know your laws, and I know I can challenge you for leadership of this tribe.”

“You are a human, a man, and a creature of depraved intent,” Sienna snarled, “None of which could ever serve as War Leader of our Tribe!”

But he remained impassive, even as Sienna reached for her blade. “But I can still challenge you, can I not?”

Sienna circled around the man, keeping him waiting, looking to see when his composure would crack. Her eyes narrowed, he remained unresponsive… until Sienna had to concede he’d called her bluff. Drawing her weapon, she… cast it aside.

“We’ll fight unarmed, as is tradition,” she scowled. She’d have liked to disembowel this man, to slash him to ribbons, but she knew an unarmed contest was what was dictated by tradition. To fight him with a blade while he had none would be to concede that he was stronger than she was, and Sienna would not allow that. But she also knew it was the better path—he was of one of the human “knightly” orders, men of great skill at violence… when they had their tools. Without it, he’d find that Sienna’s claws could cut as deep as any sword.

And she was looking forward to getting her hands wet with human blood.

They circled each other some more, Sienna knowing not to be careless in this. He was clearly trying to make her enraged, and yes, he had done so, but she would not let her anger master her. He might think he could outwit her and leash her by her fury, but Sienna was something more than a beast, something this human couldn’t understand. She was a warrior of her Tribe, she was the War Leader of-

Suddenly, Sienna was jerked back as she was grabbed from underneath her arms and held in place!

“Kali!” she shrieked, to no avail.

“You’re being a very bad kitty!” Kali giggled, holding Sienna tightly in place. And wherever her skin made contact with Sienna’s, she felt a powerful warmth spreading through her that… that sapped her of her strength! It was- it was Maiden’s Blossom! A drug brewed as an aphrodisiac to help ease an inexperienced Maiden’s anxieties about lying with a man, to cloud away their fears and to increase their arousal. Kali must have soaked herself in it in- in anticipation that Sienna…

That Sienna would be coming to rescue her.

“Nuh-noooo!” she moaned, feeling the potent aphrodisiac seep through her, Kali’s hands now roaming over Sienna’s enfeebled body, making her weaker and weaker as the heat grew stronger and stronger! “Kali, y-you can’t… ohhh, you gotta- you gotta staaaahp, Kali, I feel- I feel… so weak…”

“Mmhmm,” Kali cheerfully nodded, her hands kneading Sienna’s small breasts and making her feel so- so soft and so good! “Master wanted more pretty kitties to play with so he got me allllllll silly on Maiden’s Blossom while waiting for you, and then he fucked me! Now he’s gonna fuck you too!”

Sienna’s pussy spasmed at the thought. Maiden’s Blossom was potent and this much could even make a warrior as fierce as Sienna all… silly and docile… just a pretty kitty… just like Master wanted…

“Nooooooo,” she mumbled, “d’wanna be… d’wanna be a pretty kitty…”

“Don’t be silly,” Kali scolded her, making Sienna feel like… like she was just a Maiden again, so… inexperienced and needing instruction from her Wise Woman. Mmmmm, her sexy Wise Woman. Sienna had always wanted to rest her head on those big, pillowy titties like this and maybe… maybe lap at her pussy between those big, thick thighs… Sienna giggled. That was bad, she wasn’t s’posed’a be thinking about licking Kali’s pussy she was… she was…

“Young lady,” Kali lectured sternly, “You’re supposed to be spreading your legs so that Master can breed you.”

Sienna’s mind was too foggy to question Kali’s orders, her legs dutifully parting. She’d never carried a child for the Tribe before, but if Kali told her to… especially with her head nestled between Kali’s big boobies, all perfumed with Maiden’s Blossom, she’d do whatever Kali told her to do. Made her feel like a good girl.

“Ooooo-kay, Mommy,” she giggled, “I’ll let him… fuck me.” She giggled. She’d said something very silly hadn’t she? But Kali just gave her a squeeze, grabbing Sienna by her thighs and helping spread her legs even wider, showing off her drippy little pussy. The man- oh, yeah! There was  a man here! Sienna giggled, feeling so, so silly right now. But he liked Sienna’s drippy little pussy, so Sienna liked him lots, too!

“A potent drug,” the man said, though Sienna wasn’t really sure what he was saying, “and even more potent when I can magnify it like this… you’ll be very useful to me, Kali.”

“Thank you, Master!” Kali beamed. Sienna beamed too, because Mommy was happy.

“And you, War Leader…” the man said, suddenly glaring at Sienna and making her cringe. She didn’t know why he was mad at her! She was being a good little kitty and spreading her legs to get bred! “Do you accept your defeat at my hands?”

Sienna tilted her head. “Wha…” she asked, unable to think about anything… anything that wasn’t right now cuddled between Kali’s big, sexy boobs. “I… I’unno,” she mumbled.

The man sighed. “Well, I suppose I should confirm my victory,” he muttered as he drew closer. He had a big dick. Sienna hadn’t noticed it earlier, but now that she was all sexy-thinking, it looked really big now. And it was getting closer, which made it bigger, until it was right in front of her. Sienna giggled. Something about this wasn’t right, but she couldn’t keep her thoughts together. Not when Kali was squeezing her like that and giving her kisses!

“Yer gunna… fuck me…” Sienna murmured, less a question and more just a spark of cognition for what was about to happen.

The man grinned. “More than that, kitty,” he said, his voice not sounding friendly even though he was smiling, “I’m going to break you.”

Sienna didn’t like the sound of that, but before she could say anything, the man thrust into her and Sienna just yowled as she felt his dick just- just split her open! Everyone was making it so hard to think and she had a big dick in her pussy and she was getting fucked and something was wrong with this but Sienna couldn’t think! She just- just was flooded by his dick and his- his cock and- and- and she couldn’t think!

Squealing in either pleasure or dismay, she thrashed in Kali’s arms, which caused Kali’s motherly embrace to get tighter, every squeeze putting more and more happy, sexy aphrodisiac in Sienna’s cloudy mind as that massive cock simply hammered away into her. With every thrust, Sienna felt like she was becoming more and more undone, like there’d be nothing left of her by the time he was done, just a horny, silly, slutty kitty who needed her Master to play with her! And Sienna…

Sienna wanted that so bad!

“M-Maaaaaster!” she moaned, “F-fuck your kitty, fuck your silly kitty and give her your cream!”

And Master was so nice that she didn’t even have to ask twice before he did so, flooding her pussy and making all of Sienna’s thoughts go pop pop pop like little bubbles in the water because she didn’t have room for thoughts when there was so much cum just cumming into- snrrrk- coming into her! Sparkles and flashes went off and Sienna felt like a silly little kitten all dazzled by fireflies as her eyes rolled and Kali gave her a big sexy hug.

But as Master withdrew, he looked down at her with those mean eyes again. “And who is War Leader of your tribe?”

Sienna was too tired, but she had to answer. Cause he was Master, and that’s what that meant. “I’unno,” she said, racking her mind to try to think of an answer, “You?”

He smiled, making Sienna suddenly feel bolts of ecstasy sparking through her body. “Very good,” he said, the best thing Sienna had ever heard!

“Th-thank you… M-Mazzzter…” she mumbled, “zhank you for… breeding yer kitty…”

And with that, Sienna simply blacked out.

LINE BREAK GLYNDA

She had been summoned to attend to her Master. Glynda would have preferred to have always been at his side, to have accompanied him in this endeavor, but… she consoled herself by remembering that this was her plan to begin with. Those thuggish twins lacked the subtlety, that useless girl, the brains, and the rabbit bitch… Glynda could already feel her anger towards that girl spiking. She was good at playing up the whole “Oh no, I don’t want to be ravished, Master!” act, and Glynda could barely contain her jealousy to see how roughly Master rewarded the little trollop.

When she had arrived to inform Glynda that the plan had worked and that Master wanted her to travel to the Beastwomen’s camp, Glynda could have sworn she’d seen a smug smile beneath the girl’s terrified demeanor. But Velvet still showed fear, still remembered what a Witch of the Woods could do, and if she ever fell out of their Master’s favor, Glynda would relish giving her a demonstration… though that masochistic bitch would probably enjoy it.

But victory was what mattered. Their Master had triumphed, and the Beastwoman Tribe would make a strong core for what would become his army. Not enough to properly overthrow the Keep and take revenge on the treacherous whore who had betrayed her rightful Master, but, as Glynda surveyed the camp that had now clearly been put to better use, they’d make a good start.

As Velvet led her to where their Master was, Glynda noticed a dark-skinned Beastwoman with feline ears poking through her dark hair and wearing what she surmised were the tattered remains of a Chief’s garb lying in the dirt, giggling absentmindedly as her hand traced up and down her slit. Her eyes were glassy and she was clearly still lost in a fog of her own submission as she mindlessly played with herself. She’d been one of the lucky ones, who’d been personally broken in by her Master, and Glynda felt a twinge of jealousy to see the lucky bitch luxuriating in her own defeat, just like she noticed on the face of some of the Chief’s former subordinates. In time, she thought, in time you’ll all be shown your place beneath your Lord. But how long before she would next be allowed to serve...

Glynda did take notice of more than the Beastwomen’s expressions, though. Toned, muscular arms and tight abs were everywhere she looked. Their culture seemed not to value modesty, particularly in showing off their physical strength, and they certainly had the look of warriors, though, of course, tamed by her Master, with their strength now directed in a more proper and fitting way. There was an excitement in the air, the spark of warriors realizing that their training was soon coming to real action mingled with the giddy lust that Glynda knew Master inspired in his wake. They looked at her with a mix of curiosity and wariness—no longer for being an outsider, a human, but rather, another woman. Competition for their Master’s attention, just as she looked at them.

But she was the one led into what must have once been the Chieftain’s hut, not them. The scent of her Master nearly overwhelmed Glynda as she entered the darkened room, his sweat, his musk, his cum, it seemed to permeate the air as she beheld a broken bitch, facedown on the table, her ass high as her Master dominated her. Some kind of reptilian type, her skin slightly scaly in texture, the last ignorant thoughts of resistance bleeding out as her face contorted in ecstasy. Stupid girl didn’t even realize her good fortune… though Glynda’s attention was drawn away from the sight of her Master’s cock punishing a weak little slut to the mature woman with cat ears, whispering words of encouragement and submission to her as she broke on her Master’s dick. Her eyes narrowed.

Everyone around her was competition, but this full-figured, maternal woman… dark where Glynda was fair, of the Beastwomen as Glynda was human… this one, this uppity feline bitch was going to be a problem, wouldn’t she?