SIEGE'S PRIDE
(Commision for anonymous)
Siege felt the rope tug deep into her wrists and ankles, in the mouth was white fabric straining against the corners, her vision blocked by the sack hood over her head. She moaned as she regained her senses, finding herself elevated and moving on the shoulder of something large. Said large things was very handsy with her plump butt, caressing it with his paw as he walked through the corridors.
"You got a seriously good ass here glasgow" The carrier told her, and with a sudden spank, the memories flooded back.
A turf war had erupted between Siege's glasgow gang and a newly arrived gang of fellow Aslans, derivatively named "Narnia". They proved too strong for her gang to handle, and Siege had to give time for the others to get away. But as she stood before the leader of the aslans, it was like all her strength faded.
Next she knew, they were tying her up, stuffing cloth in her mouth and hitting her in the back of the head. Now she was their hostage.
What would they do to her?
The Aslan who carried her gave another spank on her ass before he finally entered a room, given the sudden emergence of snickering and talking, it was clear that she found herself surrounded.
In a swift moment, she was tossed over a shoulder, slamming onto a steel table. Then she heard the unsheathing of a knife, cutting her ropes and freeing her limbs. Ballsy, she could easily fight back, but like before she didn't lift as much as a finger. They removed her sack hood, cutting her cleave gag too, prompting Siege to spit out the fabric in her mouth.
As her feline eyes adjusted to the room lighting, it became clear to her of her circumstances. She was surrounded by Aslans, standing proudly around her, about a dozen at least. Their fur colors were varied, their shoulders broad, fangs bared at their prey.
Examining the room even further brought even more grisly details to light, on the side where women of similar distress. They were naked, semen leaking out of clearly abused holes and panting into thick gags. Siege stared with amazement, finding her heart skipping a few beats.
She made eye contact with a brown colored aslan, a cocky grin emerging on his face. Before she could ask for what they wanted, huge paws fell over her, tearing off her jacket, shirt, pants and undergarments. Yet again she did not resist, why? Not even when she was fully nude before them did she cover herself up. Neither when she felt their predatory gazes glance over her thick thighs, her heart shaped plump butt, her luscious looking breasts and pierced nipple.
Then one hunk stood before her, staring down at her with his great mane blowing in the wind from the ventilation.
"I call dibs on trying her first, I did catch her after all" the aslan argued, his mates begrudgingly agreeing to his selfish request. With almost zero hesitation after the request was granted, the male leaned in over her naked body, inching his face close to her sweaty skin. He sniffed away at her, taking in her scent while exhaling hot breathes onto her cold skin.
Then he moved to her breasts, breathing on them before he opened his muzzle and let his cat tongue flick her nipple. When the nipple collision with the rough tongue was made, Siege let out a slutty moan. She instinctively covered her mouth, she had never made such a sound before. She bit down on her finger as he circled her breast, but even then her moans got out. The other males that were present smiled and silently mocked her, they could tell what she was really like.
He went down and gave a quick lick on her athletic body, making her midriff glisten with saliva while holding her legs spread by the knees. When his head was finally level with her smooth shaven and perfect pussy, he let one powerful lick escape and hit the folds like a whip. Siege squirmed and screamed at the pleasure that was going through her, it startled everyone in the room, even the sexually abused women on the sides.
When the shock had gone over, laughter ensued.
"The lioness has a mighty roar!" one of the aslans said.
"The only acceptable kind of roar from the likes of her" Another said, letting his hand fall down and slap her tit. Siege moaned at the hit, feeling little pain and enjoying the sight of her tits wobbling. She was thinking things through very carefully, why was she acting like this? Why is she letting herself get abused in this way?
Her train of thought was lost when another kiss landed on her folds, not as powerful as the one before, but enough for lewd thoughts to emerge instead. He lapped away at her cunt vigorously, parting her folds and prodding her pussy. Siege covered her flushed face, and mouth that was beginning to go agape. Her heart was pounding rapidly as she felt their gazes on her, her breathing becoming heavy as she was getting pent up on arousal, her pussy aching and becoming wet with excitement as his tongue licked away at every single bit making up her nether regions.
Another of the whip-like licks came, and Siege threw her head back and gasped. She looked into the ceiling, her face sweaty and drool leaking out the corner of her mouth. She was content, despite her loss of pride and stature, she was happy with this. But why?
Before she could answer that question, a hot object was placed on her stomach. She drowsily looked up, her eyes going wide as she saw the taker let his cock rest on her stomach. He was hung, it went up to her navel and was girthy. He lightly bucked his hips, rubbing the red feline cock on her stomach, pushing out pre cum to stain her already tained image.
She looked away from it, knowing fully well what he was gonna do. As she looked to the side and awaited her impalement, she looked at the used woman on the side. Most were sitting up now, watching intensely, eyes fixated on the massive rod on her stomach. These woman had been broken, their eyes spoke of intense lust and the salivation indicated a craving for cat cock. Siege stared at them with horror and excitement, both emotions came from the thought that they were gonna turn her into one of them.
The hunky aslan showed no restraint, slamming himself forward in one quick thrust. Her walls expanded to accommodate his tremendous size, hitting her cervix with equal force. Siege arched her back, tongue sticking out and letting out a silent scream of pain and pleasure as the force shook her very being.
The aslan grunted, staying still and feeling her insides.
"God, this girl is tight!" He barked, straddling her hips as he began to slowly thrust into her. Every thrust was another blow to Siege's pride as an Aslan, her faint moans and sounds of her wetening pussy drew her closer to depravity. As his thrusting picked up in speed, so too did the loudness of her moans.
The foreign aslan performed another feat, he planted one knee on the table to propell himself up. Before siege could properly process it, her face was already buried in his great mane. The thrusting continued in a mating press position, reduced to fast and small thrusts that repeatedly smashed against her cervix.
Her mind was becoming muddled as the sheer pleasure, the smell, the wet sounds of getting bred was shredding away at her psyche. It was then that an ephiany struck her, her reasoning for surrendering so easily was merely her body reacting to a superior male. Siege's pride denied it in its final moments, but her body craved the seed of her species.
Subconsciously, her long legs wrapped themselves around his waist as he bred like a whore. The other spectators laughed at how into it she was, how she was learning her place so quickly.
The humiliation was far too much, and as the Aslan in her was reaching his own climax, Siege involuntarily wrapped her milfy legs around the waist of her breeder. Keeping him firmly in place and a silent beg to release it inside. As he hit the final thrusts, the table finally gave in to the pressure. It broke under the weight of two horny people and the sheer muscular power just as the aslan was nutting
Laughter erupted among the group as Siege's current partner pulled out mid orgasm, a half filled siege mewling and panting as the hot spunk landed on her athletic stomach, breasts and a single large rope on her pretty face.
Siege moaned at the warm sensation that had filled her womb slightly, a faint grin growing on her lips when the Aslan flipped her onto her stomach. Her boobs pressed against the metal, her pussy leaking her fluids as the taker spread her fat ass cheeks and grinded up against it.
She bit her lip and awaited the anal pounding she was about to recieve, unprepared for how good it would actually end up feeling. The male inserted himself slowly, reaching down and yanking Siege's head back by her hair just as got every inch inside. Siege's face melted in pleasure as she felt his meat fill her ass, eyes going into the back of her head and tongue sticking out.
The pounding was as relentless as before, no mercy was given to Siege's tightest hole as Aslan used her like the whore she had become. Her breast swung back and forth, the fat saggy bags swinging like bells with every collision with his pelvis. Unfortunately for Siege, he did not last as long as he did last time.
This orgasm was kept inside, there was no pulling out this time. He growled and moaned as he could feel Siege's walls clench down hard on him, milking him dry of everything his heavy sacks had.
He pulled out with a loud pop, her anus gaping with semen flowing out and running down her thick thighs. Once he had recovered enough, he stood up and buckled his pants again.
He was finished with her, for now anyway.
"I gotta report the spoils of the turf war to the boss" The aslan said between his repeated pants. "enjoy her lads"
As the one who had taken her pride left the room, malicious grins formed among the remaining males as they stripped off their clothing. It became instantly clear to Siege and the other whores of what was in store for the leader of glasgow.
She didn't mind one bit
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The women were amazed, their eyes were wide with admiration, terror, jealousy and lustfulness as they bore witness to the scene before. The sound of a squelching pussy, an expanding ass, a stretching throat and the slutty moans of a once proud aslan. All those things were present in the gangbang before them.
One had spread her cheeks and was fucking her ass, spanking her and causing the fat to jiggle.
One more was digging his fingers into her thighs while thrusting upwards into her abused pussy.
Another had one of his paws under her chin, holding up her head so it was easier for him to face fuck her. Her nose sticking into his mighty abs as he forced in every inch, there was no gag reflex left at this point, destroyed from the meat she had deepthroated
Finally there were two red dicks that were furiously stroked, done solely by Siege's own volition. She happily stroked their thick cocks, milking their balls for all their worth as her smooth hands kept an iron grip on the whole shaft.
This process had gone on for an hour now, this was the fifth group of Aslan she has pleased with her holes. There was not an inch of her body that hadn't recieved a cum shot yet. Her breasts, stomach, back, arms, legs and face were stained with the musky spunk of a dozen horny males.
Even when this group had finished their turn, filling her up in every orifice and shooting a few loads on her erotic form. Siege made no attempts to run when they let her go from their grasp. Simply lying on the ground, covered in cum and fully accepting her new place.
When the next group arrived and grabbed her, she welcomed them like the good whore she had become.
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How long had it been since her capture and subsequent gangbang? weeks? months? Siege had little care for such things at this point.
Indra was busy trying to keep the glasgow gang together, desperately fighting against this new gang. Completely unaware that their leader was currently bouncing up and down on her captors cock, both in a king size bed were Siege spent most of her times pleasing her Aslan kin.
Her captor had given attire fitting of her new role. A bikini, thigh highs and past-elbow gloves, all things in a black and white cow pattern. He had the humor to even fit a bell and collar on her, which rung in tandem with her swaying breasts. All this so everyone and even Siege knew her place as a breeding cow.
Although the thing that stuck out the most, was Siege's swollen belly. Indeed she was carrying the offspring of one of the numerous partners she has had. The once proud leader of the glasgow gang, now a mother and breeding slave to a rival gang.
"Hurry up, I got a meeting in about an hour" the aslan commanded his slave.
"Y-yes master" Siege moaned, putting herself into a reverse cowgirl position and bouncing with great speed, eager to fulfill her role bestowed upon her.