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The next morning, you wake up bound in G’gren and K’vurt’s tent, with no thoughts in your head other than excitement for the fucking to come. You don’t think about escape, you don’t think about your previous life, you don’t think about anything at all…
…And though you can’t smell any of Y’ooleen’s flowers, your body is already starting to heat up with lust. After all, you know your place now; you know that your only task in life is to let yourself be used, raped, and pleasured by your Amazonian masters. Your heart rate picks up as you imagine all the possible ways they might abuse you, and fortunately, it isn’t long before those wonderful fantasies become your reality.
Almost as soon as they walk up to your bound form, K’vurt and G’gren once again begin to pour that strange oil over your skin, then lovingly spread it everywhere they can reach. You let out a blissful moan as their brushes explore your sides, your face, your tits, your sex, and your ecstasy reaches new peaks as they make their erotic intent as obvious as possible.
G’gren smiles a hungry smile as she lets her free hand pinch at your oil-covered nipples; K’vurt’s face stays stoic even as she begins to caress your face, and lets her thumb slip into your open mouth; both Amazons eventually strip away their clothes, revealing their beautiful cocks to your absolutely desperate eyes…
…And the next thing you know, they have both climbed up on the bed next to you, and your thoroughly lubricated sex and mouth are once again filled with the glorious taste of Amazonian dick.
“Oh, B’tenz, just look at her! She’s positively glowing!”
One morning-full-of-fucking later, you find yourself in the pillory again, blissfully sandwiched between two enormous cocks, when you suddenly hear a familiar voice. The woman behind you steps aside as she finishes filling you with her seed, but the one who takes her place doesn’t immediately shove her dick into your sex. Instead, she hurries over to your side, then crouches down to stare dreamily at your belly, as another familiar Amazon stands beside her.
“That’s your child growing in there, my love.” B’tenz sounds just as thrilled as P’thlia, though you can’t get a good look at either of them thanks to the cock that is still slamming down your throat. “I can only imagine how beautiful she’ll be…”
“Haaaaaaaah… You and me both…”
You vaguely hear the sounds of lips locking with lips, but the Amazon who is currently face-fucking you doesn’t seem to mind this public display of affection. Just a few minutes later, she reaches climax too, and as soon as you’ve swallowed down all the sperm she has to offer, the two lovers move closer, and begin to inspect you in earnest.
“Heh, glad to see Cumslut’s so happy. Just look at that winning smile!”
“B’tenz! I think I just felt the baby kick!” P’thlia’s voice rises a half-octave as she places a hand on your belly, and her lover hurries over to check you from the other side.
“I think you’re right, my love… I guess she must already know what a wonderful mother she has, and wants to say hello.”
“Ehehe, you really think so?” The two continue to coo over you for several minutes, but eventually, the Amazons who are still waiting their turn get impatient, and start to heckle them to hurry up and fuck you already. As such, P’thlia rises back to her feet, and happily walks over to position her dick at the entrance of your sex, while B’tenz does the same in front of your face.
“…Well then, my love, now that we know the child is yours, we should probably thank Cumslut for all her hard work.”
“Right, let’s do it together, then. On three?”
“…One…”
“…Two…”
“…Three!”
P’thlia and B’tenz say this last word in unison, then eagerly thrust themselves into your body from both ends. Within moments of this joint penetration, they are once again expressing their full love for each other with their lips and tongues… Even as they continue to treat you like the mindless fuck toy you are.
Not that you are complaining, of course. T’handeran is nothing more than the Amazons’ plaything, to be used as they will… And so you let your mind go blank, as you are sent right back to the absolute heights of ecstasy.
“Wakey wakey, Cumslut!”
Several days of nonstop-pleasure later, your whole body jumps in your restraints as you feel someone stomping on your mattress, and as your eyes shoot open, you are greeted by the sneering face of M’loog. Moments later, she has secured a collar around your neck (which seems tighter than it had been last time, to the point that it restricts your breathing a little), and leads you over to a side table, where you willingly pick up the flower that's waiting for you, and subjugate yourself to its mind-numbing effects.
That done, this morning’s master forces you to your hands and knees, and parades you around town while other Amazons watch and jeer. You notice that several of them are stroking themselves off into a large bowl that contains your food, and so you are already know that your breakfast will be just as blissfully dehumanizing as you could ever desire.
Sure enough, after several wonderfully humiliating laps around the village, M’loog guides you straight to this trough, and shoves you face first into the mixture of glop and cum. This time, around five or six Amazons have decided to ‘contribute’ to your meal, and several of them climax again even while you continue to eat, so it’s well over half an hour before you finally find yourself licking the bottom of the empty bowl. And as soon as M’loog notices that you are done…
“K’seen! B’alton! F’gax! Time to come say hello!”
…A familiar black wolf trots over to your exposed body, joined by one with reddish-brown fur, and another who is silvery grey. Your eyes go wide as you take them in—you remember K’seen from the last time M’loog used you, but the other two are new—and soon enough your gaze is drifting between all three of their massive, throbbing-
*SPLASH*
“Haw! Oops, looks like I slipped!”
Your lustful thoughts are interrupted as M’loog suddenly dumps a bucket of strange liquid over your body, absolutely soaking every part of you at once. Based on its taste and consistency, you would assume that it’s some kind of simple fruit juice, rather than a magical potion…
…But long before you can figure out anything else, the three wolves tackle you to the ground, and begin to lick at your skin everywhere they can reach. Whatever this juice is, the beasts obviously think it tastes absolutely delicious, and so they greedily lap it up as their rough, warm tongues pass over your stomach, your sides, your face, your breasts, your sex…
You quickly go lightheaded as this sensual assault continues, especially once M’loog brings over another bucket, and begins to steadily pour out more of the juice directly onto your pussy. The red wolf happily takes this opportunity to drink it where it lands, and soon enough you’ve reached a blissful climax as his tongue enters your sex again and again, all while the other two continue to cover the rest of you in stimulating, beastly kisses.
By the time the juice is mostly gone, you are nothing more than a euphoric mess, and yet your excitement only grows as M’loog yanks on your leash, and pulls you back up to your hands and knees. Mere seconds later, the silvery wolf has jumped you, and you scream out in ecstasy as his cock slams into your sex with animalistic aggression. That yell is soon silenced, however, when K’seen shoves his dick deep into your open mouth, and your lips instinctively close around it as soon as he begins to thrust.
Time loses all meaning as you sit there, lost in the pleasures of wolfen cock, but even after K’seen reaches climax, the red one simply takes his place, and picks up where he left off. Between the three beasts, you are eventually forced to take six loads of sperm, and once they are finally satisfied, M’loog grabs you by the ankle before roughly flipping you onto your back. A moment later, the Amazon descends on you, ruthlessly pounding you into the dirt even as she tightly grips your throat in one hand while occasionally smacking you with the other…
This morning’s games have been significantly less vanilla than most of your others, but as you reach what feels like your twentieth climax of the day, you know that M’loog is just another perfect partner… just another wonderful master that you are more than happy to serve...
“Thanks again for inviting me to this… It’s been days since I’ve had the time to play with her.”
“No prob! Didn’t want to waste my morning raping her all by my lonesome!”
“Would you two keep your voices down? You’re going to wake her.”
“Well, maybe we should! We’re all here now, so let’s get started already!”
Some time later (you’ve officially stopped even trying to count the days), you wake up to a finger poking at your cheek, the sound of at least a half dozen voices, and the intoxicating aroma of several of the Y’ooleen flowers. You already know what’s going to happen to you, you already know what you want, and so you let your eyes drift open, and smile a happy smile as you take in all the lovely, muscular giantesses sitting on the bed beside you.
Nine, no, ten Amazons are crowding around you, all teenagers, and all already naked. You recognize each and every one of them—F’shla is there, but the other nine are also women you have fucked on countless occasions, whether in the morning, in the pillory, or both—and your excitement only grows as you spot the obvious hunger dancing in all of their eyes.
“C’mon, she’s awake now, see? Let’s go!”
“Right!”
“Yeah!”
“Don’t worry, Cumslut, we’ll help you feel better in no-”
“Can I have her pussy first? I fucked her mouth the last few times I-”
“Ooooooh, she just looks so energetic! I can’t get over how-”
“W- Wait, her breakfast! Shouldn’t we-”
Every single one of the Amazons begins to talk at once as they eagerly strip away your bindings, but you are far more focused on the feel of their hands on your skin, as well as the flower that one of them has now shoved directly into your face. Soon enough, you are freed from your ropes, but long before you can even think of doing anything else…
“H- Haaaaa… So soft…”
“Get to work, Cumslut! I saved up a whole lot, just for you!”
“Ha, look at how she’s thrashing already! Humans are so pathetically needy…”
…A cock is in your mouth, another forces its way into your sex, a third presses itself against your boobs, a fourth and fifth place themselves in your hands, several begin to rub themselves against your body, while the rest of your rapists begin to stroke themselves off while drinking in this perverted scene. By this point in your life, you’ve been gangraped more times than you can count, but ten Amazons at once, and all while you’re unbound… It’s just so…
“Oh yeah, that’s it… Grip it tighter, Cumslut!”
“Quit bumping me, W’loona! I want a piece of her too!”
“Who’s a good girl, Cumslut? You are! Yes, you!”
Barely a minute after this new game has started, your senses are completely overwhelmed, and your mind is tossing and turning in a hurricane of bliss. So many cocks are using you, so many hands are touching you, so many bodies are so close, so many indecipherable words are filling your ears as you are treated as a pet, a sex toy, a lesser being, an object of mockery, and a hopeless slut by different Amazons all at the same time. Your fingers twitch as they dance along cocks, your tongue greedily licks at the one in your mouth, and your whole body spasms as you reach a euphoric climax, and then another, and then a third…
“H- Haaaaaaaaaaah~~~”
Eventually, one of the Amazons you’ve been stroking off reaches an orgasm of her own, and your pleasure peaks again as you feel her sperm falling all over your skin. The sight of it apparently excites the other Amazons too, for soon enough the one in your pussy climaxes as well, followed by F’shla, who was the one thrusting herself between your breasts.
Minutes pass as more and more loads of cum begin to stain your body, covering you head to toe, inside and out with warm, thick, heavenly Amazonian gunk. Each and every one of your assailants tries their best to aim all of their seed right at you, all while making it obvious that they are far from done. A few of them decide to take a break for a moment while one shoves a spoonful of glop into your mouth, but the rest simply change positions, and soon enough all ten are once again using you to their heart’s content.
By the time this motley crew is finally satisfied, you are absolutely drenched in their stuff, to the point that you can hardly see your own skin past the thick coating of sperm. You weren’t exactly counting, but you have to imagine you’ve taken around twenty loads, and only four or five of those ended up inside you. And so you lie there, buried underneath a mudslide of their delicious, endless cum, as you bathe in all the wonderful feelings this gangrape has brought…
…But of course, your day is far from done, and so after spending a few minutes admiring the sight of your sperm-soaked body, your rapists get up from the bed as one of them slings you roughly over her shoulder. Even after all of that, you still have your daily duties in the pillory…
…And you can’t help but smile as you spot the eight Amazons who are already waiting in line.
These and other equally dehumanizing scenes come to define your life as you go through days, and then weeks, and then months of sexual servitude, reaching peaks of ecstasy you never could have imagined, all while your rational mind begins to atrophy from a general lack of use. Every morning, some Amazon wakes you up before fucking you senseless. Every afternoon, you sit in your pillory as you are raped by the entire village. Every night, you drink the potion, so that you fall fast asleep, and wake up revitalized for the next day’s fun…
…And every day, your pleasure grows stronger, and you come to love your captors that much more. After all, they’ve given you so much joy, so much bliss… But also, a new life purpose. For as time continues to pass, your stomach grows larger, and larger and larger, to the point that you can’t help but notice that this pregnancy is progressing far quicker than it should.
To put it bluntly, it is completely impossible to keep track of the days, but you’re pretty sure it hasn’t been more than two weeks before your belly is noticeably swollen, and things keep moving at that rate from then on out. Barely a month after meeting with Y’ooleen, you look seven, maybe eight months pregnant, and yet still, the baby continues to grow.
Whatever magic the goddess shot into your womb has obviously done something to increase its capacity; your body never visibly progresses beyond the limits of human pregnancy, but you feel like this child weighs a ton, and you eventually lose the ability to move on your own. Still, the Amazons don’t see this fact as any reason to stop fucking you, and so your days continue to pass in a blur of mindless bliss, all while your extremely-pregnant body is assaulted, used, raped, and filled with more loads of wonderful sperm than you could ever count…
…And it is during one of these afternoon marathon fucks that you suddenly feel something change.
Your mind is completely blank as you sit in the pillory, one massive cock in your pussy, while another shoves itself down your throat. Endless waves of sexual ecstasy are crashing over you… But then, something in your belly goes ‘pop,’ followed by the feeling of some sort of liquid flowing out of your sex. Fortunately, the Amazon behind you realizes what just happened, and sprints off somewhere as the others begin to talk. It’s finally happening… You’re finally going to-
“M- Mmmpph…”
Your delirious thoughts are interrupted as K’vurt suddenly rushes onto the scene, and shoves an absolutely massive bottle of the nightly potion into your throat. Startled, you swallow it down before you even realize what’s happening, and the next thing you know…
…You wake up in your comfortable bed, alone, with your belly somehow deflated back to its normal, pre-pregnancy size. Once again, you can’t help but marvel at the strength of that potion; giving birth to a human would have left you exhausted for at least several days, so you can’t even begin to imagine how much pain you should be in after an Amazonian child found its way out of your womb…
And yet, you feel fine. You aren’t sore, you aren’t in pain, and you don’t even feel a hint of postpartum depression. Frankly, were it not for a few new folds on your stomach and a couple other physical changes, you could almost believe that you had imagined the whole thing…
…Especially a few days later, when you are mildly surprised to realize that you haven’t seen a single sign of your newborn baby anywhere.
Less than an hour after you woke up on that first morning, K’vurt and G’gren had entered your tent, and done a variety of both physical and magical tests to make sure you were alright… And as soon as they had confirmed you were healthy, they had fucked you right then and there, with no less aggression than usual.
So just like that, your life goes back to normal. Just like that, your pregnancy is long forgotten. Just like that, you are back to focusing entirely on the pleasure your masters bring as countless days and nights continue to pass. It’s possible that the Amazons are talking about your child, but you still can’t understand their words, and so you resign yourself to never learning exactly what happened to her…
…But then, on the morning after a perfectly typical day of sexual servitude…
“…Mama, is she going to wake up soon?”
“Just give her a moment, dear. Cumslut had a very busy day yesterday, and it’s important that we let her get as much rest as she needs.”
You wake up to the sound of a familiar voice, and a deluded smile crosses your face as your eyes flicker open. Like usual, you are completely restrained by ropes and straps, but your head is lying in P’thlia’s lap, and her hand is gently running through your hair as she speaks to another Amazon who you can’t quite see. You can smell the Y’ooleen flowers nearby, so you aren’t too surprised when your body starts to burn with desire at the mere sight of the silver-skinned giantess… Especially because you can feel her already-erect dick pressing into the back of your head through her toga.
“Hey, look! I think she’s awake now.”
Your mood only gets giddier as B’tenz climbs up onto the mattress beside you, and begins to stare down at your naked body with an obvious hunger in her eyes. It’s been a while (weeks? Months? You aren’t exactly sure) since these two last woke you in the morning, though they have fucked you in the pillory with some regularity. Still, you remember how much love and care they usually show you, and so you let your head fall back, and prepare yourself for a morning full of pleasure, pampering, and-
“Oh yeah, you’re right! Hi there, Cumslut! Did you have a good sleep?”
You blink as you suddenly realize there’s a third Amazon in the room, another teenager, but one you don’t recognize. This village isn’t huge, so you had assumed that everyone who lived here had fucked you at least once by now. Moreover, though you have been gangraped plenty of times, P’thlia and B’tenz have never liked sharing you with anyone but each other, so it seems odd that they would invite a third…
“Well, what do you think, Y’rnim? Is she as beautiful as you were imagining?”
“Oh yeah!” Y’rnim grins up at B’tenz before turning back to stare down at you… and a strange sense of familiarity pulses through your brain. You know that smile… You know that face… but from where? “She’s just as pretty as you always said, Mamas! Can I be the one to feed her? Pretty please?”
“Of course, dear.” P’thlia giggles at Y’rnim’s enthusiasm, then gestures at the side table. “Her food’s just over there. Make sure you don’t knock it over, ok!”
“Ok!” The new girl jumps up from the bed and runs over to pick up the bowl of gruel, but as your eyes follow her, you notice something rather odd. She looks just as old as the other two—all three resemble young teenagers, in human terms—and yet her movements seem…
You’re honestly not quite sure how to describe it. Her steps are deliberate and a little rigid, almost like she only recently learned how to walk, and her hands are somewhat uncoordinated, like an overly enthusiastic toddler. She manages to make it to the side table no problem, and only a little of the glop spills out after she grabs it to fast, but you keep worrying that she’s about to trip, or otherwise get distracted and accidentally drop the entire meal on the floor.
Y’rnim stares down at the bowl in her hand as she slowly walks back to the bed, watching the gruel like she’s worried it will tip over the moment she turns her eyes away. However, your attention is eventually pulled from this odd spectacle as B’tenz undoes the straps binding you to the bed, and P’thlia pulls you up so that your bound body is leaning back against her chest.
“Ok, Cumslut, here you go! Say ‘Aaaaaaaaaah!’”
Given the way Y’rnim is holding the spoon in her hands, you are able to guess the gist of this last statement, and so you open your mouth wide and allow her to place the spoon behind your lips. Soon enough, P’thlia’s hand is once again running through your hair, B’tenz is lying by her side as her arm rests on your leg, all while Y’rnim happily feeds you spoonful after spoonful of gruel. Thanks to the four Y’ooleen flowers that are sitting on the bed, even this simple scene is more than enough to make you dissolve in your own desire, and so you willingly swallow down the glop until the bowl is all clean.
“Good girl, Cumslut! Was it tasty?”
“Now, now, Y’rnim…” P’thlia playfully scolds the slightly shorter Amazon, then points a finger at your chest. “Me and B’tenz call her Cumslut because that is her name, but you need to make sure you address her politely. She is your Birth Womb, after all.”
“Oh, right! My bad!” Y’rnim turns her attention back to you, and once again smiles a big, familiar smile. “Then hi, Birth Womb! I’m so glad to meet you!”
You blink at the girl whose face is now just a foot away from yours, as you try to figure out what exactly is going on here. Why is she calling you F’niz V’olenta now? Your name is T’handeran, that’s what everyone calls you. Moreover, the only other person you know with two ‘names’ is K’vurt P’landra, which you eventually managed to deduce is some sort of religious title… But why would this girl address you by a title? Unless Y’rnim has some sort of…
…special…
…connection…
…to you……………
Your eyes go wide, and your mouth goes slack as you suddenly realize exactly why this stranger looks so familiar, and within moments your gaze is darting around her face as you search for more details. You had assumed that you had seen her around town, or maybe that she coincidentally reminded you of some human you used to know. But now that you’re really looking…
Y’rnim has your eyes. She has your smile. She has your skin tone. She even has your hair, though it is bound back in a braid similar to the other Amazons’. The general shape of her face, her lean-but-muscular build, and her absurd height (she stands at roughly six-foot-six) all combine to make it more than obvious that she’s not human; her clothes and shoulder tattoos, meanwhile, are distinctly Amazonian; plus her nose and chin look more similar to P’thlia’s than to yours…
…But there can be no mistaking it. This… This is her. This is your daughter. This is the life you were carrying inside you, the person that you brought into this world. Y’rnim is your-
“H- Haaaaa-?!?”
“Oh wow, even her voice is so pretty!” This bewildering revelation is interrupted as Y’rnim suddenly shoots her hand downwards, and begins to dig her fingers deep into your sex. She’s surprisingly skilled at this task, despite it presumably being the first time she’s ever attempted it, and so your head falls back against P’thlia’s chest as your pleasure begins to rise once again. “Am I doing it right, Mamas?”
“Hmmm…” B’tenz leans over to watch Y’rnim’s work. “You’re close, but try switching up your movements a little, and see which ones Cumslut seems to like best.”
“Ok! How’s this, then, Birth Womb?”
You let out another gasp as your daughter adjusts her movements, and through trial and error, eventually finds her way to all your favorite spots. Frankly, your mind is still reeling from the realization of who this girl is, especially because it makes absolutely no sense. You haven’t exactly been counting the days since you gave birth, but you don’t think it’s been a year yet, and you’re absolutely positive it hasn’t been a decade. Hell, if you had to guess, you would say it’s barely been a few months! So how is she this big already? How does she already know how to walk and talk? And most importantly…
…Why the fuck is she so gleefully molesting you, all while her obviously massive dick stands fully erect under her toga?
Despite whatever aversion to incest you might have, there is no denying that your body is absolutely loving your daughter’s touch, and Y’rnim is clearly having a great time as well. The girl begins to pant slightly as she continues to work you, her grin widening into that of a hungry predator as she watches you squirm in her mother’s grasp. P’thlia, meanwhile, is smiling like this is the most normal thing in the world, all while B’tenz continues to offer pointers, showing your daughter all the best ways to send your ecstasy higher, and higher, until finally…!
“W- Woah! What’s she doing, Mama?”
“Oh, that’s just how Cumslut looks when she orgasms. Cute, isn’t it?”
The small family of Amazons looks on in delight as you reach a crescendo of pleasure, and your whole body begins to spasm against the ropes binding your limbs. Everything about this feels so wrong… But thanks to the flowers’ aroma, it also feels so, so right. Just like all the other Amazons, Y’rnim sees you for what you truly are—a pet, a sex toy, a plaything—so of course she’d treat you as such. You are not her family; only a person can be someone’s family, and you are not a person. All you are to her is the beautiful-but-mindless thing that was used to bring her into this world…
…And as such, there’s absolutely no reason that she shouldn’t play with you however she desires.
Now that you’ve finally realized just how beneath her you are, you let your conscious mind fade away as your daughter continues to joyfully use your body for her own entertainment. B’tenz, meanwhile, lovingly unties your legs so that Y’rnim’s fingers have easier access to your sex, then scooches over to plant a kiss on P’thlia’s cheek…
…All while both lovers’ hands slowly make their way down to your breasts. Your blissful gasps grow louder as your nipples are caressed with incredible skill, especially because Y’rnim is getting better and better at her task with every passing minute. Thanks to all of their efforts, you soon reach a second climax, then a third, then a fourth as you melt into your molesters’ arms…
“Alright, Y’rnim… Are you ready for the main event?”
“…Main event?” Y’rnim had been having a great time shoving her fingers into your pussy, but now she pauses as she turns towards B’tenz, who has moved her hands away from your breast.
“That’s right.” P’thlia responds, even as she takes her lover’s place and starts to tug at both of your nipples. “There’s a very special game you can play with your Birth Womb. We didn’t tell you before because we wanted it to be a surprise.”
“O- Oh!” Y’rnim visibly perks up. “What is it? Is it more fun than this one?”
“Oh yeah,” B’tenz grins, “SO much more fun. But first you’re going to have to get undressed, so-”
Y’rnim violently pulls her toga over her own head, then chucks it to the floor before B’tenz can even finish her sentence… which means you now find yourself staring at your daughter’s naked body. Like P’thlia, she is athletic looking, and her breasts are small, but firm… But that is hardly where your eyes come to rest. After all, her cock is just as big—no, even bigger—than her mother’s, and your breaths grow uneven as you realize exactly what’s about to happen next.
“Ahaha, well, aren’t you excited!” B’tenz leans forwards to gently grip your thighs, and slowly spreads your legs as wide as they will go. “Cumslut here really loves the feeling of fingers in her pussy… But there’s something else you can put inside that will make her feel even better.”
“R- Really? Haaah… W- What?” Y’rnim continues to pant as she sits there, naked, and despite her question, her hand has instinctually moved to her own twitching cock.
“Your dick, my dear.” P’thlia smiles as she gives your breasts an extra loving squeeze. “All other species absolutely love the feeling of Amazonian cock, whether its in their pussy, their mouth, or their hands. Go ahead, stick it inside, and see how it feels!”
“O- Ok!” Y’rnim’s eyes are wild with both curiosity and lust as she scooches herself forwards, awkwardly moving her body until the tip of her cock is mostly aligned with your sex. “…Like this? Do I just push it in or…”
“You got it.” B’tenz chuckles. “Go on, shove it in there with as much force as you can. Cumslut will really like it, I promise.”
Time slows to a crawl as you lay there, heart pounding, torso wrapped in P’thlia’s arms, legs firmly in B’tenz’s grasp, and pussy eagerly awaiting Y’rnim’s first thrust. The girl seems somewhat nervous, but she’s also clearly determined to go through with this as she subtly repositions herself. You don’t know if seconds, minutes, hours, days, or years go by as you watch your daughter prepare herself. The anticipation is killing you just as much as it’s killing her, and you can’t even imagine what it’ll feel like once she finally-
“H- H- HAAAAAAAAAH~~~~~~~~~~~~!”
Both you and Y’rnim let out simultaneous gasps of pure ecstasy as she suddenly drives herself forwards, not stopping until her cock is completely buried in your sex. Physically, it doesn’t feel any different than when the other Amazons fuck you, but emotionally…
…This is your daughter, this is your Y’rnim. This is the girl that came from your own body, and now she has returned to it, eager to use it for her own pleasure. Your thoughts grow increasingly delusional as you think about how beautiful it is that you’re reuniting like this, that you are once again becoming one...
…Surely, this is the purest form of bond anyone could ever have with their own flesh and blood…
“A- Amazing! It feels so… HAAAaaaaa!”
A few minutes after she first penetrated you, Y’rnim’s instincts take over, and she starts to slam herself inside your pussy with all the strength she can muster. P’thlia and B’tenz, meanwhile, beam like proud parents as they watch their daughter rape you, just like they have so many times before. This lovely scene continues for what feels like countless lifetimes, and all thought leaves your head as you are used as the family fuck toy. It’s just so incredibly heavenly, and as you reach what must have been your seventh or eighth climax of the day…
“H- H- HAAAAAAAAAhhhhh~!”
…Y’rnim’s whole body gives a powerful twitch, and her first-ever ejaculation explodes directly into your grateful belly. You don’t even have the words to describe the feelings rushing through you as the physical pleasure combines with the surreal knowledge that a piece of your daughter has reentered your womb. On some level, you know that this last thought should disgust you, but you are far too blissed out to care. This is T’handeran’s duty, after all. T’handeran has to help all the Amazons in the village feel good…
…And so you feel nothing but pride as you stare up at your daughter, who is still recovering from the endless bliss of her first time using you like you deserve to be used.
“Wh- What was…?”
“That’s called your sperm, dear.” P’thlia leans over to give Y’rnim a loving kiss on the forehead. “It’s a very special thing that Cumslut loves more than anything else in the world. See? Look how happy she is now that you’ve given her this gift!”
“W- Wow… Really?” Your daughter lets out a giddy sigh as she stares down at your bound form, which has practically melted into P’thlia’s embrace. “So… I’ll get to do all of that with her again, right?”
“Oh yeah, plenty of times.” B’tenz nods. “In fact, you can fuck her brains out as often as you want! But you probably need a little break now, right? Do you want to watch your mamas play with her for a bit?”
“Y- Yeah, I do!” Y’rnim clumsily scrambles off the bed, then hurries over to take a seat on the next mattress over, where she’ll have the best possible view… Though your attention is no longer focused on the excitable girl. After all, P’thlia has gently placed your head back on the mattress, and then both she and B’tenz reposition themselves, so that a silvery dick is at your pussy, while an obsidian one lingers just in front of your mouth.
“Hey, what do you think the odds are that you’ll get her pregnant again?”
“Ahaha, oh, I shouldn't be greedy.” P’thlia giggles as she starts to rub her cock back and forth against your folds, causing more of your daughter’s sperm to spill out onto the mattress beneath you. “I’m just grateful Cumslut was kind enough to give me one perfect child. But who knows? Maybe Y’rnim will be the next one to become a mama…”
“Y- You think so…? Haaaaa…?” Now that she’s discovered the joys of sex, Y’rnim just can’t keep her hands off her own cock, and she stares at you like a starving wolf as she starts to stroke herself off.
“Hey, you never know!” B’tenz inches her dick forwards, until your lips are perfectly spread around its head. “For now, though, I’d say it’s high time your mamas had a little fun. You ready, my love?”
“Always, B’tenz.”
And with that, both women buck their hips forwards, and you once again find yourself trapped between two absolutely heavenly Amazonian cocks. An eternity passes as B’tenz and P’thlia fuck you, all while Y’rnim looks on in wide eyed wonder, watching you reach orgasm after euphoric orgasm. Once the two lovers finally fill you up, your daughter demands another turn, and just a few moments later, she is plowing herself into your sex with even more force than she had been using before.
As you once again feel your daughter’s beautiful dick filling your insides, your ecstasy reaches even higher peaks… But far more importantly, Y’rnim is clearly enjoying herself too. You are making your daughter so happy by acting as her personal cum dumb, and that knowledge only heightens your own endless bliss…
You cum again, and then you cum again, and then you cum again, and by the time you take a second load of Y’rnim’s sperm, you are nothing more than a complete and utter mess, only barely conscious of the world around you. From there, the two lovers calmly explain to their fascinated child what’s going to happen next, and let Y’rnim carry your body into the town square. But once they have you secured in your restraints, and move to get in the back of the line…
“Hey now, what’s the rush! We want to watch Y’rnim’s first time!”
“Yeah, come on! Show us how good you are at fucking your Birth Womb!”
“M- Mama…?” Y’rnim turns towards her mothers with a hopeful look on her face…
“…Oh, very well.” …And P’thlia lets out a friendly laugh as she immediately caves. “If they are all fine with waiting, then I don’t see the harm in letting you have a little more fun. Here, let me show you the best place to stand…”
And so your afternoon begins with your own daughter’s cock repeatedly thrusting into your sex as a dozen exuberant Amazons cheer her on. They’re all so proud of her… All so proud of how well she’s raping you… And as she brings you to yet another euphoric climax, you know for a fact that you are proud of her too. She’s such a beautiful girl… She has such a perfect cock…
…And just like all the other Amazons, she is your master, and you are more than happy to serve her for as long as you are able.
A couple of months from now, K’vurt will notice that you are pregnant again, and she and G’gren will cover you in oil before carrying you back out to Y’ooleen’s grove. There, the goddess will fill you with her nectar, and then absolutely destroy you with her impossibly large cock as her magic surges through your veins.
Some time after that, you will give birth again, and later you will be introduced to your second daughter, who will be just as excited to fuck you as Y’rnim always is. This cycle will then repeat, and before you know it, you will have a half dozen children, then a dozen, then more, all of whom will love nothing more than filling you with their seed while you writhe in a state of perverted, incestuous bliss.
Slightly over a year from now, a small war will break out, and the victorious Amazons will return to the village with over twenty harpy captives, all of whom they will drug with the Y’ooleen before fucking them senseless in a massive, anarchic orgy. You will find yourself transfixed by the sight of so many other Wombs having their minds broken for the first time, and at a couple of the Amazons’ prompting, you will even crawl up to one of your fellow slaves, and start to kiss and touch her body everywhere you can reach, as the lust-crazed harpy happily returns the favor.
Unfortunately, none of these new fuck toys will last nearly as long as you do—they are considerably smaller and frailer than humans, after all, which means Amazonian cocks put a much larger strain on their bodies—and so over the course of the next two months, you will watch as the life drains from their eyes one by one…
…Not that their drastically shortened lifespans will bother you at all, of course. After all, like you, harpies are just lesser beings, who could have no higher calling than being used by their betters until their bodies give out… Especially because a few of them will be lucky enough to bear children before they expire.
Almost two years from now, you will be shocked to see a pair of Amazons carrying another human into the village, and unlike the harpies, this new slave will live for a very long time. You will soon grow to enjoy the company of your fellow pet, and spend countless mornings making out with her as your caretakers fill both of your pussies with load after load of sperm. T’handeran will not try to speak, of course, and neither will this other human, who the Amazons will name Q’ilanteea…
…But still, as you spend countless hours wordlessly watching each other get fucked, listening to each other’s moans, and exploring each other’s bodies, you will come to see her as a friend, a fuck buddy, and a fellow dehumanized Womb, and you will both feel so grateful that you were lucky enough to share this wonderful, thoughtless life with another.
Twelve years from now, thanks to the efforts of Birth Wombs like you, Q’ilanteea, and several others that the Amazons have enslaved, the village will have grown to a massive size, and half of the Amazons will set off to conquer some new land, and build a new settlement there.
You will smile as you watch so many of your daughters head off, no doubt to find more lesser beings to capture and rape, all while taking the next step in Y’ooleen’s plan for worldwide subjugation… You’ll be so proud of yourself for helping make that dream a reality… So happy you got the chance to serve this greater purpose… And you’ll feel the same way over a decade later, when another band sets off to expand the Amazon’s influence… And then eleven years later, when it happens yet again…
Thirty-seven years from now, you will lie in your pillory, your body going weak after so many decades of endless bliss. Even with the potion, you will feel slight twinges of discomfort underneath your all-consuming ecstasy thanks to the countless hours of fucking, and the dozens and dozens and dozens of daughters you have birthed. By then, the village will have several human slaves alongside you and Q’ilanteea, two of whom will be much younger then you, so you will be secure in the knowledge that your children will still have someone to play with after you are gone…
…And somehow, you will know that your time has almost come. You will understand that that day will be your last. And as you are once again filled with an absolutely massive load of delicious Amazonian sperm, you won’t be able to hold back your smile as you reminisce on your wonderful life of servitude, even while your consciousness begins to fade for the very last time…
…But that is all in the future. For now, you are here, in the middle of the village, gasping out in pleasure as your eldest daughter’s cum erupts inside your already-overfull womb, while a dozen other beautiful women congratulate her on a job well done. You have decades of happiness ahead of you, so many more daughters to birth, and an empire of Amazons to indirectly help found… But for now…
All T’handeran cares about is pleasure. All T’handeran needs is Amazonian cock. All T’handeran wants is to keep serving her masters. That is the only thing that matters, after all, so it is the only thing you could ever need to think about. T’handeran will always be a good, obedient girl. T’handeran will always be a happy, eager slave. T’handeran will always be a mindless sex toy, whose only purpose is to be filled with cum, so that she can experience the absolute heights of ecstasy, all while birthing the next generation of her own Amazonian rapists…
You are T’handeran. That is your one and only name. And as two more Amazons take your daughter’s place, and begin to absolutely rail you like the Cumslut you are…
…T’handeran knows that the rest of her life will be filled with nothing but the purest form of degenerate bliss.