Axina and Burk Ch. 12

The male formally known as Subject 02 slumped in his bonds, groaning as if all the energy had been sucked from his body.

The Queen stood. "So," she asked again, "do you like my tits?"

He nodded.

"Do you want to touch them?"

He nodded again.

"If you're sperm manages to make me pregnant, I will consider letting you touch them."

Then she turned on her heal and walked out of my laboratory, leaving her bra on the floor.

February 5th, 34th YRHB Anabeth Titania

Since Axil has already been used for his primary purpose, I have begun research on how it might be possible to control him. I have a few theories. The most obvious idea would be to simply build a better thrall-collar, but that won't work. Thrall-collars work by using Feminine Power to interject into the subject's nervous system. If normal collars don't work on Axil, simply throwing more power at him won't solve the issue, since- as my theory proved- Feminine Power is subordinate to masculine energy.

Perhaps some kind of Feminine spell could be cast onto his brain in order to compel him to obey the caster's commands. This is sound in theory, but the spell involved would have to be ludicrously complex. The human brain (even the male brain) is so incredibly complicated, that would take a thousand years to formulate a spell that would interface with it directly.

A more practical approach, in my mind, would be to simply condition him to obey with rewards and punishment. Beatings could be administered when he does not comply with orders in a timely manner. Then, when he does obey, we could allow him access to some fresh commoners for him to break and impregnate. The only downside to this method is that it probably will take a great deal of time to enforce within his psychology that he is to obey his betters. Thus, I will begin immediately.

February 6th, 34th YRHB Anabeth Titania

The training of Axil is not progressing as well as hoped. Not only has he utterly refused to obey my commands, he still attempts to attack me at every opportunity. Since the Queen's visit two days ago, Axil has been highly agitated, masturbating constantly, and responds to my commands only with blind rage.

I administer pain, of course, in order to attempt to condition him to obey, but it isn't working. So far I have tried blunt force attacks against his back, legs, and chest in a manner similar to a caning. I have also attempted sharp-force trauma, although I have been very careful as to the location and the depth of the cuts I inflict. It wouldn't do to cripple him, or worse yet damage his valuable cock. I have created flame that simulates the sensation of burning alive and completely engulfed him. He screams and roars in pain, but even still, he will not follow even the most basic of my orders.

His stoicism and strength of will only make him the more attractive. I can tell by the look in his eyes that he is imagining all the things he would do to me if only he could get his hands on me.

I stay up nights, stroking my pussy, imagining the same.

February 8th, 1rst day of my new life

The inevitable has occurred. I have fallen.

As I entered Axil's cell in order to begin the third day of training I was too slow to restrain him and he pounced upon me. If I am being honest with myself, I probably could have used Feminine Power to push him off of me while he was busy tearing off my clothes and pushing back one of my legs, but in truth, I wanted it. I have always wanted it from the moment I first laid eyes on him.

He pushed himself into me in one brutal thrust, stretching my tight cunt around his massive rod without mercy, and with that, the proud Countess Melynda Bethasuse ceased to be. My very soul has been transformed into a fuck-sleeve for Axil, my mind devoted to perfecting the art of pleasing him. All the things I cared about, my social standing, my research, my Feminine Power, all rendered meaningless in a single instant as that massive fuck stick plowed up to my cervix.

For a moment, a glorious moment, my new master held me, pinned to the floor with his cock buried deep inside me. Then he pulled his massive malehood back out, holding it in all in its glistening magnificence above me. I could feel his authority emanating from the cock, my body instinctively submitting to its power.

Then he began to beat me with it. He stuck my face, my bosom, my belly, my legs, my pussy, my ass with his mighty rod over and over. Due to his cock's immense weight and size, this cock-beating was actually quite painful. I took it submissively, knowing that this pain was only a tiny fraction of the torture I had inflicted on Axil over the past two days. I knew that I was now his, and that it was his right to inflict any punishment upon me that he chose.

After my master judged me sufficiently chastised, he parted my legs and penetrated me again. This time, he fucked me in earnest. I will not attempt to describe this act of copulation in detail as words would utterly fail to convey the power of it. Besides, the rapid-fire of orgasms I experienced rendered my memory of the details less than complete.

I do remember, just before he emptied his balls deep inside me, he said to me, "Have my babies, bitch."

I intend to do just that. Doubtless I am already pregnant.

I intend to find a way to smuggle Axil from the palace and the capital. We can find a place in the country, and I can spend the rest of my life having his babies like the bitch I am. Of course, I have no illusions- he would never be satisfied with just me. But as long as I can see, touch, and taste his cock, and bear his children, I don't care.

February 18th, 10th day of my new life

My plan failed. I have spent the last eight days confined in a cell deep within the dungeons so that my part in the Ultramale Debacle would not be made public. Thankfully, though, Axil has escaped. . Each day, I rub myself raw thinking about him. I fear that soon the lust will drive me insane.

Unfortunatly it is unlikely that my Master and I will ever be reunited. The part of my brain that is still logical understands that Axil is not invincible, that he can be killed like any other man, and that the resources the Queen possesses to hunt him down are practically endless. I am told that once his death is confirmed, they will allow me to live in exile in a keep in the country.

At least I still have his child growing within me. Since I am still able to use Feminine Power, I know that she is a girl. I am going to have a daughter! I want to name her after her sire, so that she will be a tribute to his magnificence. Axila, perhaps? No, that sounds stupid. I will keep thinking.

-End

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Burk

Burk eyed the surface of the water carefully. The bait on the end of his line was barely visible below the water's surface. The journey toward the territory currently occupied by Duchess Jea Dikei had run long, and between Mirah's servants, plus Mirah, Xencina, Shina and Burk, supplies were running low. It would be good to catch a fish or two for tonight's dinner.

Shina was back at the small camp they had set up for the evening. The leader of the Phallic Cult hadn't been quite the same since Burk had fucked her for 72 straight hours at full strength. She would eat and drink and suck if you put food or water or cock in front of her, and she followed Burk wherever he went. But she never spoke. She had a far off look in her eyes, as if she was in some sort of trance.

"I still think this is a stupid way to catch fish," Mirah pouted. The buxom phallic cultist lounged naked on the riverbank, her dress, soaked through, drying on the stone beside her.

"You could always try using Feminine Power again," Burk replied. "Maybe this time you won't dump half the river all over yourself."

"Well it's not all bad. At least I get to show off my naked body to the eyes of my King."

A strangled choke sounded from Burk's lap. Xencina slowly pulled her mouth up off of Burk's cock, coughing and sputtering. She glared at Mirah vehemently. "Don't even dare. This is my time to suck, Goddess damn you!"

"Yes, and you've only got twenty minutes left," Burk reminded her. "Better get to sucking, bitch."

"You don't have to tell me that," she muttered angrily. Then she opened her mouth wide and plunged her face down on his massive prong with reckless abandon, headless of her own gag reflex in her desperation to get him off.

"URK GURK BURK BURK!"

He couldn't quite suppress a smirk. It felt so good to watch a woman humiliate herself to please him. All because she wanted his babies.

About ten minutes later, Burk managed to hook a fish. It wasn't a particularly big one, but it would taste good.

Then, surprisingly, he felt pressure building at the base of his cock. He set down his fishing rod and grasped Xencina's head, pulling her forcibly off of his dick.

"B-but I still have ten-" her sputtered protests cut off as the first gob of semen blasted into her eye.

The former Papess recoiled in shock, her mouth falling open. Burk adjusted his aim, blowing a wad right into the back of her throat. After that, he painted the rest of her face in a thick coat of spunk, then shot the final spurts onto the top of her naked breasts.

For a moment, Xencina knelt, motionless on the ground before Burk, breathing heavily. "So much," she panted, squeezing her nipples. "Oh goddess, there's so much of it. I..." She stood, wiping cum out of her eyes. "I have done as you asked. Now, as you promised, I demand that you impregnate me!"

"Fine," said Burk.

Xencina gazed at him for a few seconds. "Well?" She asked. "Hurry up and get on your back so I can mount you."

"I don't think so. If you want to get bred, then get down on your hands and knees like the bitch you are."

"I... But the indignity!" She protested.

What does a whore with cum all over her face have to say about indignity?" countered Burk. "Hands and knees. Now."

She bit her lip. "Alright." She assumed the position, even going so far as to arch her back and sway her big ass invitingly.

He moved up behind her, seizing her hair and pulling her head back as he lined up his cock with her sodden twat. Without further ado, he plunged his hips forward in a violent, brutal thrust. Xencina cried out in pain, then moaned in abject pleasure as her pussy spasmed against the hard, unyielding cock she had so long been denied.

"OH GODDESS!" she screamed.

Mirah strode over, gazing down at her mother with a satisfied smile. "There is no Goddess," she said. "That thing inside of you, that masterful rod of masculine flesh that is going to make you a mother again, THAT is the only true god."

"Mirah," grunted Burk, "Shut the fuck up and suck my balls."

"Yes your majesty," she said, and promptly bent to her task. He sighed with pleasure as he felt his left nut engulfed by her hot mouth.

He returned his attention to the older of the two women, who was still quivering in mixed pleasure and pain. He withdrew his shaft, then plunged in again as if he was trying to batter down her cervix.

Xencina's arms gave way on the third thrust and her upper body thudded to the ground, cushioned by her sizable bosom, witch rapidly expanded as she lost the presence of mind to maintain compression. Burk set one of his feet atop her head, smirking. She probably would have been humiliated if she could spare space in her brain for anything other than overwhelming orgasmic pleasure. Then he began to drill her in earnest.

Mirah sucked and slurped wildly at his balls and the underside of his shaft, sparing a lick for her mother's pussy every so often. Periodically she was bathed in her mother's squirting juices as the older woman hit a particularly strong orgasmic high. Mirah's fingers were busy at her own clit. Exulting in the power of her masculine master, it didn't take her long to bring herself off.

At last Burk felt his balls tight tighten. He pulled Xencina up by the hair so that her back rested against his chest. With his other hand, he reached around to roughly squeeze her left tit. He bent his head to whisper in her ear. "I'm gonna knock you up, bitch."

"Yes!" she gasped breathlessly. "Use me to make your young! Make me carry them! BREED MEEEE!"

With one, final thrust, Burk began to empty his nuts into the former Papess of the the Most Nurturing and Feminine Church of Womanhood, turning her into his breeding cow. Kneeling before him, Mirah watched with a mix of awe, lust, and jealousy as her mother was impregnated inches away from her face.

At last, the endless deluge of semen pouring into Xencina subsided, and Burk released her hair, allowing her to slide off his softening cock onto the ground, still shivering in pleasure as cum oozed from her gaping pussy.

Burk picked up his fishing rod, cast his line into the river, and sighed in satisfaction. It had been too long since he had bred a bitch. Mirah settled onto her knees in front of him, diligently cleaning his cock with her mouth.

"I hope you're having fun," said the disembodied voice of Vessala, the Black Witch. "But don't forget you have a mission."

"I know," Burk muttered. "We'll make it to Jea Dikei's camp before noon tomorrow."

"Good," the voice purred. "I just can't wait to make you my pawn." She laughed, the taunt accompanied by the phantom softness of her breasts against his back.

"I can't wait to make you my cock socket," Burk replied. Gazing at the river. "Maybe I'll even breed you, too."