bred by squall Chapter 5: ch5, a misc. books fanfic

I look up at the rising moon, feeling the cool forest wind blow over my exposed tender caramel thighs, trying to figure out a map as I wander through the woods "damnit where am I? The guys at camp needed me hours ago" I stumble around, wearing what were basically jean panties over my plump bubble butt, an american flag crop top over my petite soft chest, and a small backpack with just a couple survival things (dildo included of course)

In the distance, I can hear howling. It's clearly wolves, not that far off from me. Soon, they get louder and closer, at an alarmingly fast rate. Eventually however, I begin to hear a deep howl, much closer than the others. Then, a branch cracks behind me as the leaves and trees begin to rustle. The crunching and cracking gets closer and closer, circling around me.

I look around, dropping the map and pointing my flashlight around "wh-whats that?"

The branches start to snap, heading straight towards me. Suddenly, the low howl rings out as a tall, furry mass breaks through the trees, grabbing onto me and slamming me to the ground. Once my eyes adjust, they meet with the yellow eyes of some beast, looking at me. I see it's teeth barred as it lets out low growls, it's drool falling onto my face, I try to bat it away but I'm far too weak, I look into its eyes with fear as it presses its huge warm furry body against mine, paralyzed with fear

His claws slash my crop top to bits, before tugging my shorts down. He looked down, squinting just a bit as he tried to understand why this woman had a small cock, and exceptionally small tits. He looked up to me, tilting his head, seemingly asking me about it

I look up, still scared but kind of seeing what's going on, reaching out to try and pet it while turning over slowly to try and get up, just pushing my ass in its face unintentionally.

It spreads my cheeks apart, taking a good, long look at my slender body. Feeling it's cold nose press against my asshole, before pressing up to my balls to take a good long sniff of both. After a few seconds, it moves up and licks my tight hole with it's massive, rough tongue

I shiver and coo, hips shaking as I try and keep still, cock twitching as I gasp out, his huge rough organ teasing my hole enough to get me to instinctively raise my ass up higher, arching my back so my twitching asshole can get more, the texture stimulating the sensitive ring and girth stretching it cheeks wobbling a bit as I try to muffle my moans

He started to lick hard and fast, pushing in deep as he starts to get a good, long taste of my hole. He grabs onto my hips, pulling you closer to him as his thick knot pops out

I moan out loud, cocklet throbbing as I'm handled, hands sinking into my soft plush body as he feats on my tight twitching boihole, bucking my hips as he makes me cum

The scent of my cum seems to turn him on more. He pulls his tongue out of my tight now lubed up cheeks before putting his right hand onto my head, pushing me down into the dirt as he rams into my boihole without a moments notice,done powerful thrust going all the way up to the knot

"Ooohhhhh fuck! H-huge!" is all I'm able to get out as my tight boypussy is stretched open, deep and warm, tight and velvety, trying to push back against the monstrous intruder but failing as I'm rammed into, ass rippling as you bottom me out, gasping as I cum again

The thing pulls out, flipping me around and slamming back inside. It sits down, back up against the nearby tree, slamming up into my wobbling thicc add as im pulled into it's warm fluffy body.

I coo, drooling as I pant with every thrust like a dog, tummy bulging out as it's knot strains my hole, hugging in tight and slamming my hips down trying to fit it in, hugging its neck and throwing my head back as it pounds my guts over and over

The knot was a tough fit, a slow tight squeeze before it violently popped in, with a loud squelch

It growls lowly, leaning in. Suddenly, it presses it's lips up against mine, doing it's best to kiss me as it shoves it's tongue into your mouth, invading it and roughly moving around. His hands grip tightly onto my soft, squishy ass and hips while it continues to pump my boipussy with no signs of slowing

I accept this tongue, sucking on it as my mind breaks and eyes roll back, cock spurting again as my prostate is bashed over and over, moaning lewdly as I slurp on wolf mouth and get my fat ass plapped and jiggled by wolf

He shoves his tongue deeper inside, only speeding up more as his soft fur is pelted with my cum. He speeds up even more, already close to cumming hard as his hips swing into mine, connecting with meaty slaps, clapping loudly each time as the member twitches and throbs inside me, I can feel his huge balls quaking as he finally climaxes.

We're broken from our animalistic kiss as he drops me, his own hips bucking up into mine and knocking me to the ground, knot still rooting his belly bulging member deep inside me as ropes and ropes of hot stupidly thicc cum shoot out up into me, liters of the stuff spewing out and making me look almost pregnant.

Our tongues hang out, totally in bliss as the hot stuff fills me, both our toes curling in our shared orgasm like two wild horny breeding animals.

Maybe half an hour into his knotting of my juicy ass we were both cuddling together, his paw gripping and kneading my ass.

I coo into his chest, head resting against his burly chest and taking in his manly smell.

"Hey uh, mr wolf? Maybe youd like to meet some of my friends over in Camp Diamond Lake? You know where that is?"

He nodded, lapping his tongue against my face.

I giggle and kiss him on the neck

"You'll like them a lot, you know where that is?"

He nods again, cock twitching as it finally pulls out of my well fucked hole

"Lead the way!"

He pulls me up on his back and bounds off to Camp Diamond Lake, howling and ready to sniff out fresh fertile wombs to breed.

Heal Slut Diary

May 9th

My roommate and I use to be great friends. We'd play CSGO and Rocket League together, but lately, I've had no time to play with him. This last year I've been so caught up in my school work, I haven't had any time to sit down and game with my friend. I even had to skip out on visiting our local con I was so busy with school and we've always gone to our local convention together… A summer semester is just the relaxation I need to get back into my interests. I'm going to try and get back to gaming with my roommate and get a cosplay ready for the fall convention!

Thankfully, a new big game seems to be right around the corner. My roommate keeps talking about Overwatch lately. He really loves playing tanks, protecting his teammates with shields and standing massive amounts of damage before going down. I decided I'll try the open beta and see if the game's something I'm interested in. I really didn't experiment too much playing. I just wanted to help out my roommate and get back in touch with him, so I picked Mercy because she's support and she looks awfully cute. We played a few games of the beta and… I was shocked how well we were doing! We won 11 of the 12 games we played and I kept getting gold medals for keeping everyone healed! Better yet, people kept on thanking me. I kept saving them right as they were about to die or had giant 5 man resurrections. It was the most fun I've had playing video games in a while, really. My roommate even thanked me in person for doing such a good job. It felt… it felt addicting being so well liked. Definitely getting the full game when it launches!

May 24th

It's the 24th! My roommate and I played Overwatch for almost the entire day. It was just win after win… absolute heaven! There were always so many compliments thanking me for my job healing. It was incredible having so many people like … love me! It's gotten to the point where I um… I've got some very strange feelings to deal with. For some reason, I was getting really stimulated playing. Like, excited stimulated from just playing a game but I also felt a really strange satisfaction. There was this weird feeling that felt like a mixture between pride and… and arousal. It was so weird. After our matches, my roommate took a shower and I sat there doing nothing for a few moments. And then I just… I masturbated for all I was worth. I looked up a bunch of Overwatch Rule 34 and jacked off to the sight of Mercy getting gangbanged. It was so hot seeing a pretty girl like her act like a massive slut~ The thought of her getting covered in cum was just… Mmmm… I kept thinking about me in that position since I was playing her all day and it only got me hornier. It was so wrong, but I was howling with pleasure with every stroke!

May 25th

Things are getting a bit weird now. I've had a few dreams now just like those Mercy images, except I'm Mercy. I keep asking all those hard cocks to let me keep sucking them and to let their healer relieve them. I was masturbating to that same image again when my roommate walked in. I gasped in surprise and frantically tried to hide my porn and my cock, but he saw everything. He closed the door, and left dorm for a while. I wanted to cry from embarrassment.

Later that day, he came back. I wanted to apologize, but he acted as if nothing strange happened. In fact, he outright said "I understand. Don't worry, it's nothing out of the ordinary". I guess that meant I was off the hook, but I sure didn't feel any more at ease. He asked if I wanted to play a few games of Overwatch. I jumped at the opportunity just to relieve all the tension. Looks like the opposite happened…

We won our first match and carried our team completely. He got on the cart, threw up his rectangle shield, and never stopped pushing. I kept him alive constantly, sacrificing the opportunity for giant four man resurrections just to keep him at full health. I started celebrating as we won. "We did great! I'm so happy I helped you carry the team! I…"

At that point, I turned my head and saw my roommate. His cock was out, throbbing in the cool air in anticipation.

I wanted to scream. Why had he taken his cock out!!? That's disgusting! But… the more I looked at it… the more I realized I owed my tank. I owed my tank for keeping me safe. At the very least, I could pay him back for all his hard work and protection with a little blowjob.

I really don't consider myself gay, but it just felt so right rewarding my teammate for all the hard work he'd done. What's better was all the praise he started showering me with once my lips were wrapped around his cock. He kept making cute little moans and started stroking my hair. He called me a good little healer. It drove me crazy! I was rock hard. Still, I didn't stroke myself at all. I knew that this was all about him, not me. I knew all I should focus on right now was pumping and pumping my tank's fat cock as best I could and be rewarded with his kind praise. After a few minutes, his warm, sticky praise was jetting into my mouth, making me flinch from the bitter taste. I wanted to hack it all out as hard as I could, but I knew that wasn't what a good healer should do. I broke off from his cock, looked up at him, and swallowed all of his hot white cum. He gave me a loving stroke on my head, called me a good girl, and told me to get back to our matches.

May 26th

I woke up this morning wondering if all that was a dream. Did I really suck off my roommate? Immediately my roommate let me know, addressing me as his heal slut and groping my ass when I walked up to him. He told me we should get back to playing Overwatch so he could feel good about carrying everyone again.

While I was out of the room, he had pushed our rigs together, and even fiddled with my controls. He rebound my M1 and M2. He said he did it so that I could move around the map and heal him while I had a hand free. We both sit down. Temple of Anubis starts loading. He takes out his cock. "Start stroking". I grip his cock in real life while I attach my heal beam to my tank like the selfish band aid medic I am in Overwatch. His cock felt amazing in between my hands. That thick heavenly member conveyed its raw strength with every little throb. Even if I didn't want to, that strong fuck stick just demanded something to be subjected to its will. My hand was perfectly willing to deliver.

Two team kills later and the match was over. My tank started grunting as his play of the game started to roll. He grabbed a Kleenex and told me to keep pumping while I looked at what his good little healslut had helped him with. As the screen faded away, he started moaning long and hard… he was spurting right into that tissue! Having another man orgasm in my hands was… oooh, it was incredible! I could feel all that pleasure and relief throb, pumping warm spunk into that little tissue, drenching it with pure manly seed. My brain was going wild from the sight. I just couldn't resist putting the tissue to my mouth and licking at that wonderful load. My tank chuckled at the sight, before smashing the tissue against my face.

At that point, with the raw scent of cum flooding my senses, I couldn't hold on. I whipped out my own cock and spurt within seconds, spraying cum all over my shirt and pants. I felt horribly embarrassed for not being able to control myself. My roommate told me the look suited me. He gave me another head rub for being a good girl and gave me some extra instructions. We weren't roommates anymore. We were a heal slut and a tank. From now on, we'd only call each other that.

May 30th

My tank had a present for me this morning! He called it a Loot Box. He said every time I get a little better at being a good heal slut, he'd give me one. I opened the present up and inside there was a little piece of paper. It was a schedule for a doctor's appointment… My tank explained that he didn't like how flat my ass was yesterday when he groped it and wanted more cushion to grope. He told me I'd have a big, thick girly butt like a real heal slut with this new surgery. I was pretty scared when he told me all this but… my tank's been so nice. He spent all this money getting me a new ass, I can't possibly decline his offer… I told him I was grateful for the new butt I was getting and got down on my knees so I could thank him properly.

June 14th

I just got out of the hospital and now I've got a big fat addition bolted onto me. I've got a jiggling booty bouncing behind me with every step and my old pants can hardly contain it. The doctors showed my tank my new butt and he really liked it. As soon as the doctor was out of the room, he slid his hands down my underwear and made me moan like the little whore I am feeling me up. My tank reminded me that I'm supposed to look like a girly heal slut from now on, so I should start wearing more appropriate clothing, especially now that none of my old pants fit anymore. The plan is to buy a whole bunch of miniskirts for me to show off my new butt… My tank also said he decided what my new cosplay outfit would be. I'd go to the convention in September as Mercy and pass for a sissy heal slut as best I could. I was expected to work hard on my outfit every day so the boys would go nuts for a real heal slut attending to their needs. I can't wait to support a whole team~

June 16th

Today, my tank told me healing wasn't enough. He wanted me to make sure I was damage boosting often as well. He scolded me for being so dumb and only healing tanks with my mouth when I have a tight asshole ready for tanks to damage with cocks as big as their health pools. I'd never really damage boosted before, but my tank was nice enough to lubricate my asshole with his strong hands before we started fucking. I was cooing in excitement at the thought of how useful I'd be for my lovely tank multiplying his damage output by 30%. He was grunting so hard with every violent thrust he made into my asspussy. I guess I should have expected him to hammer my virgin asshole as hard as he hammers our enemies in Overwatch. I'd never tried using my butt for sexual pleasure before, but having a thick tank cock ravage me made me dripple pre all over the blankets. I was screaming for more and more until he filled my ass with a wonderful load of tank cum. Being cum inside just felt… so wonderful. It was just like getting the gold medal for most healing done in a match. I'm definitely taking more fire strikes up the butt from now on.

June 22nd

My tank got really mad at me after I took out my pistol and tried shooting people. After we lost, he threw me out of my seat onto the ground and told me to get under his battlestation. I knew what to do from there. I unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped them, and pulled them down his pants to his ankles. I pulled down the waistband of his boxer's right as the game began and sucked his fat cock as hard as I could while he carried the team. I kept pumping my mouth up and down that thick shaft while I heard him take point after point riding the cart. I needed to prove to my tank I wasn't a useless dumb healer. No other whores were replacing me! In no time at all, my tank was throbbing and pulsating in my mouth until warm, wonderful cum pumped into my eager cheeks! My tank was nice enough to haul me out from under the table to see his play of the game and all those shiny gold medals he earned. Of course, I was still a stupid bitch for using my pistol last game, so he didn't reward me for my work. He gave me a firm spank to get me all fired up again, and told me to get back in the game.

July 3rd

I got another loot box today! I went red at the sight of my present when I opened the box. It was a fat, flesh colored 8 inch dildo with a suction cup on the bottom, built for riding. My tank pulled up a chair and stuck the thing down. He coated it in lube and commanded me to sit down and play a few games.

I couldn't focus on the game at all. I must have looked like an idiot walking into walls while that silicon in my butt distracted me. The dildo felt a little uncomfortable at first, but after our first round on Illios, I was bouncing on that thing milking my prostate for all I was worth. Anal feels amazing~ My tank looked over as me and chuckled when he saw me dreary-eyed, pumping up and down a fake cock. I tried my best to focus that game but… fuck it was too good. As the overtime meter hit the bottom I was squealing and panting in excitement. My cock was completely limp but I was leaking pre cum like a facet. We left our group so I could focus on fucking myself. I was a mess; I was panting as my crotch bounced just a little and prostate fluid dribbled out of me. It got too intense at the end, even to the point where I had to forcefully break away from the dildo to calm down. In that disoriented state, I kind of face planted with my pants down, giving my tank a view of my freshly used asshole. He told me I was such an anal whore and that soon my hole would be bigger than the one on Ilios…

July 11th

Today we talked about my Mercy cosplay. It was shaping up nicely but… my tank thought some things looked off. He thought I should show my midriff instead. I told him it wasn't how Mercy looked in game, but he told me that's how Mercy should dress. My tank is so smart and such a good leader, I couldn't say no! He said Mercy would probably have her belly completely bare, and her tits hanging with the tip of her outfit covering her nipples. I changed the costume to just what he requested. He was blushing at the sight! But, after a while, he seemed really disappointed. He touched my naked boyish chest with his hands. He told me I'd be seeing the doctor again very soon…

August 10th

It's been a while since my last update. Since my last entry, my tank and I decided I should look like a proper slutty girl and get big fat tits to show off to the boys. We had my surgery a few weeks ago and… Oh god, they're so wonderful~ I've got nice big tits for strong men to fondle and abuse~ Since they've healed up nicely, I've been fondling them every night jacking off to the thought of giving big strong tanks tit jobs with my wonderful new rack. I really shouldn't be jacking off any more though… my tank says that proper sissy heal sluts only cum using their pussy. I'm supposed to only be using my dildo to get off but I can't help it! These tits are too good~ I can't wait until I show them off at the convention!

September 29th 7:00pm

I-I'm sending this message over my phone to my journal while I'm at the convention. This little app's transcribing what I say into text so hopefully it's accurate. I've been walking around for only 15 minutes now and it's the thrill of a life time. All the guys here keep turning their heads to look at me. They love the look of my half exposed tits, my midriff, and my big fat butt~ They've all been a bit too shy to do anything yet but I'm going to try and show them I'm ready to heal anybody. My tank is busy doing more important things right now so I'm all on my own now. M-maybe I'll just move through the halls and see what happens.

September 29th 11:00pm

People are getting braver now. I've felt a hand or two try and grope my butt. I've got a few perverts navigating the crowd trying to get closer to me. I've pretended I've needed to bend down once or twice to give them a nice view of my ass. There's no mistaking it now, they… they really want me. I'm going to confront them now about it. It's time I started a nice group healing in the bathroom.

September 29th 11:55pm

AAAAAAAH~ W-what was that sound? Oh, I just dropped my phone. Forget it. Keep going. Oooooh yes! Keep doing that! God, FUCK! It feels so good! Oh my god you're the biggest yet! Fuck that ass. Fuck that ass as hard as you can! I-I'm a slutty little heal slut that needs to be bred. Pump me full of even more spunk, please! I want to feel another cock fill my insides full of cum~! There's so much, I love it! How many boys are after you in line, huh? 2? 3? …7!? Oh my god, I've got so many needy men to service with my warm healing asshole~ Fuck me hard and make me your cum dump! I'm a good little h-heal slut…. F-fuck… O-OooooOOHHH YES! YESS, FUCCCKKKKK! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING FROM GETTING FUCKED LIKE A GIRL~! FUCK MY SISSY HEALSLUT ASS! OOOOOOOOOH~!!!

The Cumdump City Badge

Damp.

It was way too damp out today. Wait...why did this feel familiar? For a moment, Morgan tightened his brow, a sense of deja vu washing over him. Well, it was something to ponder later, the boy had more pressing concerns right now, like finding his lodging. He had gotten a letter in the mail, one from a Gardevoir he had come to know exceedingly well over the past few months. It was more an invitation than anything else, and inside of the envelope was a prepaid ticket to the latest hotspot of poke-activity, the Galar region!

One had to be impressed with Mistres--Mary, her sense of opulence was on a level Morgan could only hope to understand. Along with her map-making skills. Was it a left here, or...did the map want him to turn around? Why was there a snake devouring its own tail…? Well, he was in the right area...relatively. If he just asked around someone would surely be able to point him towards his destination.

/ / / / /

It was an hour later, and still, Morgan had no idea where his 'suite' was, in fact, he felt even more lost than when he had started. It wasn't that the locals didn't want to help him, they wanted to help him too much. Every time he had approached someone for some directions the conversation veered off course as he was inundated with local deals, specialties, and even nice spots to fish. And every tidbit of information was delivered with the thickest accent the boy had ever heard, it was almost as if they were speaking two different languages. How had the dialect gotten so thick over the course of his journey from the port to a few miles inland?!

"Haauhh…" He practically melted into the park bench, Morgan's knapsack resting by his feet as he took a load off. If only he had her PokeNav number, but that kinda thing was how old now? Really, his only option was to keep looking, he had to find it eventually. But for now, he was just going to relax, Morgan's feet were killing him…

"Oh, hello~! Is something wrong?" Just as the boy let his fatigue ooze through him, a soft and cheery, almost bell-like voice rang out behind him.

Morgan's heart did a momentary lurch at the unexpected attention, but he quickly let his face relax, the voice's owner shuffling into his view. "I'd like to say no, but the fact of the matter is I'm pre-", and once more the boy paused as he saw who he was speaking to. It was one of those special Galar-exclusive types of mon, a Hatterene! Morgan had never seen one before, and on top of that, this one was very impressive to behold.

The Hatterene was almost as tall as the Gardevoir he had come to know, the mon's bell-shaped lower body striking out into a hip-span that would no doubt excite Mary if she saw it. Perhaps what was most breathtaking of all however, was the Hatterene's obscenely large chest, two enormous globes larger than the ripest of watermelons jutting forth from the pokemon's body. Each one was easily twice the size of Morgan's head, and even as the mon simply stood there, he saw those massive mammaries bounce and sway, the slightest breeze causing them to jiggle.

He must have been staring for quite some time, a small giggle from the overly-endowed Hatterene bringing the boy's attention back around. "Fufuf~. I'd offer to let you touch them since you're so smitten. But one favor at a time, okay cutie-pie~?" Immediately, Morgan's face was painted crimson. He didn't even know her name and here he was ogling her breasts.

"S-sorry about that…" Tearing his eyes away from the pokemon's rack, painfully so, the boy scratched the side of his face. "As I was saying, I came here to meet up with a...friend. But I kinda got lost on the way there."

"D'aww~... Here, lemme see that map!" Even though she had caught the boy staring, the Hatterene's good mood remained, and honestly, it was starting to rub off on Morgan. As he handed the paper over to the pokemon, it felt like he was finally getting somewhere.

'Whp~!' Snapping the paper out so she could read it with one hand, the Hatteren hummed to herself, eyes scanning the map. "Hmmm~... Very creative usage of landmarks…" The fairy pokemon's deep, obsidian eyes narrowed as she brought the map closer to her face, no doubt examining the strange patch of dots that Morgan had spent almost an hour trying to decipher. "I thiiink…"

The boy reflexively swallowed his spit, his body growing tense. Was this it? Was he finally going to get some actual directions?!

"...I think this is my place~! Hehe~!" She flipped the map around, one of her fingers bent around the paper to point at a strange trapezoid as the Hatterene winked at Morgan.

"Are-are you serious?..."

/ / / / /

Yes. Yes, she was, as the house before the boy could attest. He was hesitant to follow a stranger home, but it was either that or spend the night on that bench. Thankfully his trust didn't seem to be misplaced as almost immediately Morgan spotted a flurry of movement from the house's window, a green arm waving back and forth, Mary was already inside and clearly excited to see him.

"She told me it would be fine, but I just couldn't help myself~. I had to go meet my Mary's new playmate...especially when she assured me she gave you directions." The Hatterene guided Morgan up the steps, her hips continuing to bounce back and forth as she walked, her dress sliding across the pavement. Meanwhile, Morgan was caught between utter bafflement that such a small world could exist and a growing blush in his cheeks. All along the way here, the fairy pokemon had been very...affectionate. Although they had started with a respectable distance between each other, the Hatterene began to slow down, drift closer and closer. Just before they rounded the corner in front of the house, the pokemon had been dangerously close to giving his chest a good smack with her flared waist.

Keeping his lips pursed, the boy tried to quell the pounding in his chest as he ascended those steps, the Gardevoir in the window disappearing to no doubt meet him at the door. Still, he found it hard to respond as the Hatterene continued to chatter away. "Oh! Oh, oh, oh!! I just realized something, I never introduced myself!" A warm smile spread across the fairy's face as her hand fell on the doorknob, the Hatterene turning to face Morgan as she opened the door, revealing a smug Mary on the other side. "I'm Rachel, but you can just call me 'Chel'~!"

/ / / / /

"Oooh~, you poor lil' baby~!" Mary let out a squeal as Morgan was enshrouded in her arms, face pressed firmly against her chest, the excitement between his legs growing by the second. "My poor lil' Morgan lost and all alone~... I'm so glad you weren't confronted by any unsavory types…" Slowly, the death-hold she had on the boy's head slackened as her hands drifted south.

"Wh-what are you doing?" All he could do was stammer out a confused response as Mary dragged him further into the house, a giggling Rachel trailing behind them. Slowly, the Gardevoir's fingers wormed beneath the boy's shirt as she pulled him into a very lush looking room. Fluffy carpet, and a bed that dominated nearly the entire room awaited Morgan as Mary's hold on him tightened once more before...

"Hup~!" The Gardevoir tossed the boy into the air, Morgan scrambling for purchase for a moment, before a purple aura engulfed him.

"Now now, that wasn't very nice, Mary." Chel chided the other mon, a playful tone in her voice as she lowered Morgan onto the bed, the boy increasingly bewildered by the fast pace of things going on around him. "Why, just look at him! You didn't even tell him why you invited him out here, did you?"

"Th-thanks, Chel." Finally given a moment to catch his breath, the boy slid off his knapsack, letting it flop to the side of the massive mattress. While the Hatterene scolded Mary, Morgan took the time to take in his surroundings. The entire room was seemingly designed with a consistent soft-pink in mind, the wall, ceiling, and especially the carpet all that same mellow shade. But what was even more eye-catching were the sheer amount of pillows littered about the room, it was like a pastel version of a harem chamber, all it needed was some incense burning.

"But, I think I can understand your excitement…"

"I knooow, right~?" The pair of pokemon shared a look that caused a chill to run up Morgan's spine, Chel and Mary both starting to hover closer to the bed, encroaching upon the boy. A deep, crimson blush spread across Morgan's face as he noticed something starting to twitch between the Gardevoir's legs, an all too familiar organ beginning its transformation into a 42-inch long tube. A tube that had spent already an excessive amount of time growing intimate with the boy, and his various holes.

Finally, it began to dawn on him, all of this...this was all a booty call! An entirely excessive one, but a booty call nonetheless! Just like Mary, Morgan's face began to grow hot, cheeks turning red as the mature pokemon began to saddle him, crawling atop the mattress, her eyes locked onto his, her shaft already oozing its excitement. "M-Mary? I-is something wro-mnhf~!?" In the midst of speaking, the boy found his words cut short, the larger woman darting in for a full tongue-to-tongue kiss.

"Mnnhh~..." A deep moan, full of contentment echoed from the Gardevoir and into the boy's maw as her tongue entangled his own, spit intermingling as Mary sought to dominate his mouth. 'Thwaphf~!' Almost comically, the girl's cock snapped up to attention, slapping against the boy's waist as it flung a strand of warm pre. Their constant trysts, incessant nights of mating, all of it had become engrained upon the woman's shaft, and already it was drooling for the embrace of those warm, tight holes. And similarly, Morgan felt an itch begin to awaken down beneath his legs, behind his crotch. The boy's face grew hotter and brighter, his own tool starting to harden as Mary's behemoth of a shaft rest atop it, and his thoroughly trained asshole began to crave a certain filling.

"Mwauh~... always so damn delish~..." Eventually, Mary pulled back, breaking the embrace of the duo's lips. Morgan was left panting, face burning, and eyes hazy as he panted desperately for air. How was it already this hot? His shirt stuck to his chest, dampened by sweat, and his head had grown warm and fuzzy. Mary towered over him, rising to her full height, her body-sized organ looming above Morgan's face, casting a shadow as sparkling rivulets of precum slid down that alabaster shaft. "Arceus above, I just wanna make you live and breathe cock… But-," a strange smile slid across the Gardevoir's face as she glanced at Rachel, the Hatterene hanging close by and returning a similar look.

"You are too kind, Miss Mary Anne~." Raising her skirt, Chel did a mock curtsy towards the Gardevoir as Mary climbed off of the boy. Something about that curtsy...it bothered Morgan, but he couldn't tell why, especially not with this feverish cloud filling his head. The fairy pokemon practically hovered over to the boy, but rather than loom far above him, she lowered her face close to his, sliding up next to him. Slowly, Chel's massive bosom lined up next to the boy, her coy smile static as she lowered her chest upon Morgan's. 'Th-thmp! Th-thmp!' Her rack was so soft, it deformed as it encompassed the boy's own chest, a distant heartbeat echoing through those obscenely large orbs.

Hovering over him, Chel's perfume began to smother out other scents, Morgan's heart beating faster by the second, all while her heart kept a steady beat. "Hufufu~, why don't you touch them~?" A soft giggle graced Morgan's ears, and in return, he hesitantly began to raise his hands. Slowly, he filled his palms with the soft flesh of Rachel's chest, palming her heaving bosom at first, before his hands began to roam. As his fingers explored the vast expanse of chest offered before him, he started to palpate and squeeze the pokemon's breasts, her heart soon beating faster and faster. And for some reason, that heady, consuming perfume began to grow even thicker and heavier, Morgan's fingers growing more adventurous as his nervousness faded away.

Wait...it felt...really strange. It was almost as if her chest was growing firmer, was that normal? He hadn't really felt up a chest this utterly massive before, maybe it was just her nipples hardeni-... Where were her nipples? Casting a glance at Rachel, Morgan's heart truly started pounding as he caught sight of a face he had yet to see from her, a sharp-eyed gaze with open, sadistic glee. At this point, the perfume in the air was near suffocating, it started to feel almost dirty, obscene, as the boy's lungs filled with it. The distant thuds of Rachel's heart grew faster, as her rack became firmer, and… e-even larger. "I-is this…"

"Mnhn, huhuhu~!" The Hatterene's lone arm rose up her curvaceous side, up to the cleavage of her chest, and yanked down her blouse. 'Thwapfh~!' And out popped a thick, veined and utterly sweat-soaked cock. If Morgan had bothered to learn about Galarian pokemon, especially Hatterenes, he would've learned that their true bodies were hidden beneath layers of hair and cloth. All this time, Rachel's crotch had been pressed against his chest, his roaming hands feeling up her massive ballsack, squeezing and palming her musky package. And now, the Hatterene's shaft was throbbing, dripping, and aching to go.

"Ooouh~, such a cute lil' baby~! How does it feel to know you were ogling my fat, sweaty, and utterly pungent ballsack~!?" Rachel dropped any hint of gentle kindness from her voice as she relished the dawning realization of the boy beneath her, her twin boulders weighing down his chest as he squirmed beneath them. Trapped within her attire, it was normal for her ballsack to grow warm and sweaty, and it was easy to pass off the soft musk as perfume, but thanks to Morgan's fingers roaming her sack, squeezing her soft, sensitive flesh, a literal miasma of cock-scent rose from the pokemon's crotch now. Her sack was utterly enormous as it blanketed Morgan's chest like an affectionate muk, as large as a trio of voltorbs, and drowning the boy in her scent. It was all just too much for her, the diminutive pokemon's cock throbbing angrily, veins bulging out across her shaft as she drooled a constant stream of precum. She wasn't as thick or long as Mary, but she still had a cock that put any man to shame, 28-inches angrily throbbing from the tiny, tiny Hatterene, almost eclipsing her body's real height.

"Now~... open wide for your fuckin' pacifier~!" Eyes frantic with lust, uncaring for her uncouth demeanor, Hatterene's two small arms slapped her cock downwards, shoving the tip of her mast in between Morgan's lips. And before he could react, the hand that sprouted from Rachel's hat plopped down atop his head, holding him in place as she launched herself forward. 'Schlourph~!'

"Glnhk-!?" Rachel's 180 had caught the boy entirely off guard, as did the sudden invasion of his maw by her thick, vein-coated cock. "Mnfh-!!" His arms were trapped beneath the Hatterene's enormous, hefty orbs, leaving Morgan little recourse than to accept the mast currently plumbing his maw, coating his tongue in a thick, salty taste one could expect from a length trapped within a warm, smothering dress.

"Ooouuuhh~, f-fuck, th-this is heavenly~..." Meanwhile, Rachel was having the time of her life as her throbbing cockhead easily forced its way past Morgan's defenses, his throat having long since been trained to accept an even fatter length. The sweat and grime that she had built upon her shaft from stuffing it away all day was washed away within the boy's maw as she leaned in deeper, feeding more and more of her cock into his airways. Her massive, boiling orbs happily throbbed and beat atop Morgan's chest as she leaned in further and further, humping back and forth, slamming a few inches of her shaft in and out.

'Ghlourp~!' 'Schlp~! Schlaph~!' Morgan's lips made wet, obscene noises as tears built up at his cheeks, the already overbearing scent of Rachel's mammothian orbs growing even stronger as perspiration coated the small pokemon's body. Dutifully, the boy suppressed his gag reflex as his throat bulged in the shape of the Hatterene's shaft, her veins being echoed along the surface of his neck. And bit by bit, the Hatterene's crotch loomed closer to the boy's face, until finally… 'Schlamp~!!' Rachel slammed her hips downwards, grinding her crotch against Morgan's nose, forcing him to huff her near-pungent musk, drowning his thoughts in the scent of her ballsack and cock. She held him there, brush up against her crotch as she poured precum down his gullet, a constant stream leaving her plump cock-lips like a faucet, all as she stained his brain with the aroma of her fat, sweaty ballsack.

'Schlouuuurrph~!' And then suddenly, the Hatterene yanked herself back, just as the edges of Morgan's vision had begun to darken and grow hazy. In one long, messy slurp, Chel's girth unplugged the boy's throat, her spit-slick cock swinging upwards, spraying Morgan's face in a mix of his own spittle and the pokemon's pre. "Whew~, that was close. Really wanted to just nut up your gut, get it nice and preggers~... Buuut~..." Another look was shared between Rachel and Mary, the Gardevoir having slowly been stroking her shaft at the sidelines, every inch of her cock fully awake at this point, every vein of her own studding her length, and her own massive pair of orbs hanging between her legs.

"Wh-whash...whas' th-tha'?" Pausing to catch his breath, having to swallow down his own spit, still soaked with the taste of Rachel's cock, Morgan was barely hanging on, his neglected shaft twitching and throbbing within the confines of his shorts, a damp spot growing larger by the second. There was another smile, but before he could make sense of it, a purple aura encased the boy's lower body, as a quick swoosh filled the air. And now he was without pants, his briefs revealed to the pair of overly-endowed pokemon. Although he had already been smoking and chugging on a cock, although his mouth had already been ravaged, the boy felt another sense of shame hit him, his knees coming together as he tried to avert the ravenous gazes upon him.

"You are such a tease~." Her voice soft, Mary crept back onto the bed, one hand traveling up across Morgan's waist, sliding beneath his shirt as she sidled up next to him. Pursing his lips, Morgan knew what was coming, but with his nose still clogged up with Rachel's musk, his cock still throbbing beneath his briefs, he found himself frozen still. Slowly, Mary's free hand slid down, finger hooking around the bottom of the boy's underwear, and then suddenly yanking it aside, Morgan's pucker fully on display as his knees remained shut.

The blush on his face grew deeper, his head feeling even hazier as he felt a certain Hatterene's ravenous gaze, and more importantly, Mary's probing fingers holding his cheeks apart. "Knock knock~." All he got for a warning was a whisper in his ear as Mary's hips surged forth, the fat, throbbing, and leaky head of her shaft slamming into Morgan's rear.

"Mngh-!" Morgan let out a short, strained groan as his asshole welcomed an intruder it had felt many times before. Achingly slowly, the boy's anus stretched out across Mary Anne's girth, her swollen head thickening as more blood rushed to it. "Mnhf…" His cock lept, squirting out a dollop of pre as his asshole was stuffed full of throbbing girl-meat, a meaty, 'Shlopp~!', filling the air as Mary's glans plunged into the boy's hole. His anus held tight around the Gardevoir's length, utterly taut, like a ring for her cock, Morgan's shaft throbbing at attention as more and more of Mary's own cock slid deeper inside of him. "F-fuck…"

"Oooh~, what's wrong? Have you been craving a nice, fat cock~? Little boyslut hungry for some pounding~?" Whispering and cooing into his ear, Mary fed more of her cock into his asshole, his insides twitching and biting down around her mast thanks to the added stimulation. Slowly, the boy's gut began to morph and deform, Mary's unyielding girth causing a bulge in his waist, hardly half of her length buried deep within Morgan's gut. His hole itched, it wanted more, to be stretched out and utterly ruined by this cock, the meagre resistance it had once shown the Gardevoir's dick had utterly given in, desperate for more. 'Pomf~!' And that's when a new presence made itself known just next to Morgan, Rachel no longer content with simply watching.

"Couldn't wait any longer? I don't blame you, this hole is heavenly~..."

"Fufufu~."

Suddenly, there was something new, something Morgan had never felt before, another presence pressing up against his rear. His eyes shot open as he looked down, only to spy a cruel grin upon the Hatterene's face, her smaller hands holding onto his leg as her throbbing, veiny cock brushed up against his asshole. "N-no way, M-Mary is already t-too much!"

"Too bad I'm not asking~! Fufufu~." And with a thrust of her hips, Chel's cock slammed up against Morgan's already taut hole.

"Mnghhhhaauhh~!! F-fuucck~!" Instantly, the boy cried out, the pleasure radiating from his meat-packed gut at odds with the sudden bolt of pain coming from his asshole. With his entrance already stretched out by Mary's girth, he had little control on keeping it shut, only the tautness of his band fighting off Rachel's shaft. But as she pressed into his rear, pushing forth will all of her strength, Morgan's asshole began to give way, her own swollen glans sinking into his anus. "Mnnffghhhfff-!"

"Hooouuuhh~! F-fucking d-divine~!!" Moaning in delight, Rachel was unrelenting, her thick, burly shaft pressing on deeper and deeper inside of Morgan, her demure form forced to crawl up along his leg as she anchored her cockhead further into his rectum. Mary's cock acted as a guide for the Hatterene's own shaft, the only thing holding her back was her girth thickening towards its base, prying Morgan's poor, abused asshole further apart.

"Fnnnhhhhh-!!" Gritting his teeth, the boy's head rolled backwards, he was given no choice but to accept the entry as his asshole near doubled in size, the Hatterene's thickness losing out to the Gardevoir's by only a small margin. But still, his insides were utterly packed full of twitching, throbbing meat, his belly fattening even further, the bulge becoming lopsided thanks to Mary's length simply being longer. But the thick, pulsating veins that ran across Rachel's tool like roots of a plant more than made up for it. Every pound of her heart caused a pulse through her cock that practically embedded her veins into Morgan's inner walls.

"God, I can't wait anymore." Muttering to herself, Mary grabbed hold of Morgan's shoulder before suddenly thrusting her hips, another thick, nasty slurp echoing from the boy's over-taxed asshole. 'Schlourphf~!' Suddenly, another foot of Garde-cock was jammed into Morgan, and what was once a familiar penetration was a whole new world of stretching as Mary's thicker base grew snug up against Rachel's. "MnhoOOouuhh~!"

"MNGH-! F-FUCK~!" Gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, Morgan's asshole grew even wider, the two poke-girls now racing to the bottom inside of his asshole, Rachel continuing to crawl up his leg as Mary pumped and pushed herself further into his depths. And all the while, spurts of pre came from each cock, Morgan's briefs turning increasingly damp as Mary Anne lubed the way for Rachel, the Hatterene's cock accelerating into the boy's depths. His length twitched as his asshole clenched and throbbed, his anal ring puffy and swollen around the twin unyielding masts now perforating it, and the pair responsible for it shared a smug look.

"Here we…" "Go~!" In tandem, the Hatterene and Gardevoir thrust upwards, sinking the last bits of their girths into the boy's asshole, their ballsacks slapping together as they ground their crotches into Morgan's already swollen asshole.

"Hmmmnnggghhff~!!?" A confused moan and a yelp left the boy's throat as his belly shot outwards, the massive bulge of Mary's cock even fatter thanks to her heightened arousal, and halfway down the deformation was a sudden multiplication in its thickness, the indentation of Rachel's shaft bulging through as well.

"You ready to knock this boypussy up, girl~?" "You know it, babe~." A pair of serene smiles showed on the pair of overly-endowed females faces, before each of them tightened their grips, Rachel's on Morgan's waist, and Mary Anne's on his shoulder, and then they yanked out. 'Schloouurp~! Schluuhp~!' Two thick, wet slurps filled the air, Morgan's innards suddenly vacant, only for one girl to slam forth, the boy's waist bulging out with over 3-feet of Gardevoir cock. And then, just as quickly, the bulge receded, only to come back half as long but just as thick, Rachel slamming her hips forth and seating her cock to the base inside of Morgan's asshole.

"F-f-fuUuUUuuUucckk~..." Morgan released a warbling moan as his rear end was double teamed, the pair of pokemon alternating their blows, plowing in and out of his asshole, ensuring it was never empty and never had time to adapt. And on the third blow from each, they'd slam in together, busting his gut out to a size that would make a Nidoqueen's gut seem thin. 'Thwaph~!' 'Schlp~!' 'Thwp~!' Lewd, wet noises filled the air, Morgan's waist constantly bouncing and lurching as his asshole hungrily suckled on those veiny, wrinkly shafts, each girls ballsack flush up against with his bottom, practically burning his cheeks with the sheer height of the orbs inside.

Constantly, incessantly, the girls traded blows with the boy's bottom, each cock squirting thick, warm loads of precum deep into his waist. Bit by bit, Morgan's stomach was left swollen as they packed their pre deep inside of him, up into his gut, plowing him as they filled him up like a proper cum-dump. The boy could hardly piece together his thoughts as every thrust made his entire body freeze up, his asshole clenching around whichever cock was inside of him, desperately milking it for more. All he could smell was wonderful, glorious cock~...

Back and forth, those twin shafts seesawed out of Morgan's hole, grinding against each other as they sought to leave the most damage behind, both girls ballsacks becoming seemingly full of swimmers, radiating heat. "F-fuckin' g-gettin' close, Mary~!" "S-same here, Chel~! W-wanna do it~!?" "Ooouuhh~, you know it!!" Their words punctuated with gasps and grunts, the Hatterene and Gardevoir further training the boy's asshole into a bitch-hole began to pump away faster and faster, sweat dripping down their forms.

"I-I'm…" "C-cummiiinnngg~!!" In tandem, they both cried out, Rachel and Mary plugging up Morgan's asshole with their throbbing, thick cocks. Their ballsacks, nestled up against each other and soaked with sweat, began to lurch and bounce as their testes dumped their payload. 'Thrrpt~!' 'Ghlupht~!' 'Ghlrrrrkk~!' Already, Mary's orgasm alone was enough to swell out Morgan's waist, but with Rachel's utterly massive ballsack, the boy was on the receiving end of a deluge. 'Shlrrrrt~!' Thick, almost solidified, ropes of Hatterene semen raced up Morgan's pipes, his waist bulging out in the shape of every strand that Rachel fired off. Her already thick cock almost doubled in size as 6-inches wide ropes of sperm shot out of her length.

"Mmnnnhhoouuuuuuhhgg~!!" A deep, whorish groan left Morgan's lips as his insides were gunked up with a load of semen thicker and heavier than cement. Mary's still liquid payload helped to soften the constant barrage of rope-sperm that smashed into the boy's inner walls, but it too began to grow too much. Weakly, Morgan's own cock was left shuddering and twitching, shooting off small pulses of sperm, staining his briefs as it oozed down the fabric. But that was a footnote to the cataclysmic amount of semen being pumped into him.

Almost impossibly, the boy's waist continued to swell, turning from the size of a pregnant Nidoqueen to the almost cartoonish girth of a Drifblim. Morgan's eyes rolled up into his head, the constant barrage of semen, of flaming heat, and painful throbbing of his thoroughly stretched-out hole becoming too much for him, all as his belly continued to grow. Soon, he was almost to the size of a Snorlax, Mary giving a few short thrusts as she rode out of the end of her orgasm, wiping the sweat from her brow. But the same couldn't be said of the Hatterene, Rachel still fervently thrusting the last few inches of her cock back and forth, sawing her length in and out of Morgan's asshole, all as her hyper-inflated length continued to dump heavy chunks of solid-semen into his asshole.

Heat radiated off of the boy's belly at this point, the Hatterene plowing away as she inflated him like a balloon. Somehow, his body continued to accept it, jiggling as it was pumped full of painfully dense ropes of jism. Slowly, thankfully, Rachel's orgasm began to ebb, her still rock-hard shaft grinding against Mary's own softening cock. It was fortunate as well, because finally, some of the Hatterene's sperm had squirted up through the boy's throat, clogging his maw full of her thick, chewy semen.

"Hooouuh...hahah." "Heheh~..." The pair of pokemon giggled to each other as they lay there, still weakly pumping away, draining the dregs of their orgasms into the boy's thoroughly ruined hole. Really, it was amazing what one could do with psychic powers~...

Yes, Master.

Theodore Scott sat at the long, redwood table in the glorious plantation house. His long brown hair was tied back in a ponytail with a large blue bow. He courtly sipped the cold fruit juice as the mixed slave girl poured another glass.

"It's rather pleasant today, is it not, Jessabelle?" he swallowed his bite of steak, finally enjoying some calm, cool weather. It usually was miserably hot and humid.

"Yassuh, massuh Scott." she smiled with a grin of false joy. She ran her white fingers through her blonde curls to keep them from dangling in front of her blue eyes and freckled round nose.

"You a good friend..."

He was all by himself here. He was sent off by his father to run a plantation until his father could come by and run it from there. But his father would not be arriving by boat for weeks. Months maybe. His only company was Jessabelle, and the occasional slave beater. But he hated them...they were disgusting, ignorant, violent white people from the uncivilized areas of the colonies. And their English was atrocious:yassuh, yassum, ain't, naw, shucks, gimme, dat, da, den, niggah, krackuh, lawd, chuuch, sweet lawd hah muzzay. Atrocious! Could they notelucidatethe queen's English?! And then, to make things worse? They pass this bastardized ignorant way of speaking to the slaves...and the slaves think THIS is proper English?! Shameful.

Theodore brushed it out of his mind and looked up at Jessabelle.

"You like the dress I bought you? It...uh...it looks beautiful on you."

"…yeah."she replied dryly. The dress was too hot. Too stuffy. Too thick. Maybe it would be comfortable in a dry or cold climate. But this was the equator. Wearing thick, stuffy clothing in such heat would lead to illness, death, misery, and bad hygiene. If Jessabelle had her way, she'd be in a silken dashiki, with her hair in braids, and wearing sandals. But she wasn't having her way. She was the only slave dressed like the barbarians. And to make matters worse, she was the only woman on this tiny island. She grew weary of the men in the field always asking her in whispers if she was alright or had been raped. Which she hadn't. But she knew Master Scott had a weakness for chocolate. And not just the dessert. Though, she had no interest in him, and hid her despisement of him behind veiled smiles.

His cheeks blushed red, as did his throat and chest. His lips had swelled quite a bit over the past few days: plump and pillowy as a African or Native woman's. He undid his neckerchief. It was hot here, yes, but he's been feeling hotter than usual lately. More emotional. His hair has gotten thicker and softer too lately. Yet his dreams and emotions have been all over the place. He hoped it wasn't fever. Or maybe it was just being all by himself here to manage this plantation and all these slaves on his own for awhile? Or maybe...maybe….he didn't know. Maybe the fury and rage-filled letters from the Quakers about inhumanity and psychopathy to his father and all slave keepers just...just got to him. He didn't know. But what he did know for sure was the sweet tea and soup Jessie gave him always helped make him feel better, as did her company. Theodore thanked the angels for her company in the big house, because he's been feeling weirder and hotter lately. And her famous sweet tea is just divine.

Suddenly, a thunderous sound echoed outside. As if a wave of cannon balls had thundered just past the house porch, before clapping loudly with a thunderousTHOOM!!!

Theodore jumped in his chair, dropping his fork. Jessabelle screamed and dropped a clay pitcher of juice to shatter across the wood floor.

"WHAT WAS THAT?!" he screams, before she runs from the dining room to the front of the house.

Outside the massive grand old plantation windows, a mass of stable horses ran loose. A number of cattle behind them, stampeding to break through the fences and even part of the porch. The carriage horse, still tied to the carriage, flew into hysteria too before half falling over and causing the fine wood carriage to break and smash across the porch.

Jessabelle looked horrified, before her blue eyes narrowed through the window. She looked at a mark etched into the smashed carriage, and that none of the horses were saddled.

"Uh oh..."

"WHAT?!"

"Tis a revolt, massuh Theodore!" she trembled. But the edges of her mouth twitched, trying to force down a smile of relief.

"A REVOLT?!?"

"Yassuh!"

"W-w-well...whatta we do?"

A loudTHUNKKGG!!!!hit the side of the house, causing them both to jump. A iron-tipped javelin, thrown from some far distance, clunked into the house. Then the window shattered as a Native arrow broke the glass and it's stone tip thunked into the wall of the house.

"WHAT THE DEVIL?!?!" Theodore cried. He and Jessabelle stared at one another, before he snatched the arrow off the wall. A piece of paper clung to it. Strange lettering was written on it. They looked like someone tried to combine Egyptian hieroglyphs with cursive English letters.

"I...what is this?!"

Jessabelle took the folded paper from him, and her eyes deftly perused it.

"It's Wolof..." she whispered, recognizing the words. But she couldn't read. Yet, she somehow got the gist of the message.

"They done killed the masters!" she gasped, "...and now, they comin' fo' you...er, I mean, US! ...yeah..."

The natives were nightmarish alone, but now the slaves had weaponized? Theodore felt his heart thunder in his chest, and adrenaline rushed his entire body. His soft white cheeks blazed red as his blue eyes bulged in horror.

He looked out the window to see a chocolate wave of black, sweaty, iron-hard muscle and testosterone raging through the field, holding axes and spears. He knew he was a dead man. At only 140 pounds, he was still smaller than the smallest of those men.

"OUT THE BACK!" Jessabelle cried, as they both ran through the plantation like horses running from a pack of wolves. They burst through the back door, and then down into the cellar. Jessabelle silently closed the doors and held her finger up to her plump lips.

The sound of powerful men thundering inside the house just above their heads made Theodore almost wet himself.

Jessabelle and he quietly hurried down through the cellar until they reached a secret exit that went out double doors through the back of the house. Just outside the barn for the two milk cows. The sound of furniture being shattered and iron utensils being rummaged, so to be smelted down into weaponry, thundered through the ceiling above their heads.

"Shhhhh…." she cautioned him. The deep, baritone voices of men speaking in Wolof went back and forth overhead.

"Wh-what are they saying?" his huge eyes trembled in the dark. The blonde in her pink dress listened intently.

[ Find the barbarian! And enslave him! ]

[ Why not kill him? He is a barbarian after all? Look at his psychopathic evil! ]

[ No, no. Because then, THAT will make you just as evil. We will use him as leverage to secure our position, until we can rendevous with the native people and get away from this living hell. ]

[ The barbarians follow a belief where they do not divide themselves by nation like human beings do, they only see dark or pale. Nothing else. Like ants. Animals. ]

[ He is a misguided young man! Lack of mercy is not our way! Lead by example, change hearts by your own actions, Mukomi! ]

[ ...uhh… Just please reconsider. Us and the Natives are human beings, but these pale people? I believe what the natives say, that these people are not human at all. Demons put on Earth to turn it into a living hell. ]

[ Don't be superstitious, he's still as human as you and I. He is just misguided... ]

"Jessie!" Theodore shakes her fluffy, pink shoulder. His normally smooth voice cracks and goes higher than usual. "What in the hell they sayin'?!"

"...uh…." Jessie rolls her big blue eyes mischievously, "...I ain't know, massuh. I cayn't unnastand that jungle talk..."

As the sound of ransacking filled the house, suddenly the sound of the locked cellar door being chopped down thundered like a storm.

"WHATTA WE DO?!" Theodore gasps.

"RUN!!!" gasps Jessie, as the two run through the cellar towards the back of it, away from the stairway that goes up to the house's first floor. As they reached the back of it, she ran up a long stairway that led to double doors above her head.

"HERE!" she whispered frantically, unlatching the lock and struggling to push open the doors with her tiny little body. Even though Theodore was male, he wasn't much bigger than she was. But the two little bodies forced open the double doors, causing them open upward and outward, revealing the black, crystal-clear night.

Theodore tried to grab her wrist, but she jerked back.

"COME ON!"

Her expression changed and she sneered, her ice blue irises in her almond-shaped African eyes half-lidded with a sense of disgust.

"No."

"JESSIE!!!"

"Go. Run."Massuh"." she frowns, before slamming the double doors shut and locking the latch.

The orange glow of blazing fires in the back lit the night sky, and the thundering sounds of Ivory Coast regional drums, long distance advanced communication from one outpost to another, thundered through the hot, windy night.

The tropical trees sway in the wind, almost as if doing mystic prayers to the rhythms of the communication drums.

"Oh sweet Jesus!" Theodore cries, looking around in confusion, fearing for his life. He suddenly sees a area of the plantation where no glowing light of fires is. And a place of safety: the cow barn. They only had two cattle: one bull, one cow. But maybe he could hide among the cow, she was sweet and docile. The bull himself tensely paced around the pen, upset by the fires in the far distance.

Theodore fled for all he was worth towards the barn, racing with every ounce of strength and energy in his body. He ran so hard that he almost slammed into the doors of the barn, before panicking with the locks and finally, getting it open. As the door creaked open a few feet, he forced himself deep inside, and shut the door behind him hard. The barn smelled like a cow, like hay. He leaned upside the doors, peeking through the crack, before running towards one of the four pens. He dived in the one with Ol' Jubilee, the sweet and loving cow. She mooed with a half-asleep sense of no-urgency, greeting him as he ran past her pen and scrambled into the empty one right next to hers. Theodore pushed himself into the back, in a pile of hay, before hugging his arms around his knees, which were pulled up to his chest, and rocking back and forth, horrified for his life. He didn't know what to do, and he didn't know if he'd make it through this night alive.

Theodore sat in the back of the empty cow's pen for hours. But no sounds came around in earshot, except for the calming ho-hum activities of Jubilee. The heavy sound of her chewing and mellow breathing gave him a meditative sense of calm. The cooling wind of the night blew through some of the cracks in the barn, offering a sense of sweet relief and fresh air. With shaking hands, he dipped in a bag of oats and dried peas, eating like a starving man, before cupping his hands in the water trough and slurping water into his dried, chapped lips.

Nothing happened for hours. He relaxed back in the pen, falling asleep from the exhaustion of the adrenaline rush.

Suddenly, jolted awake to the startling clang of the barn door's iron lock snapping shut. Theodore, startled, snapped awake. His hair ran down his face to his collar bone, and his ponytail was a mess. He had hay in his clothing, itchy and uncomfortable. As his eyes opened, he noticed he didn't hear Jubilee anymore.

Theodore sat up to see the barn was lit by candle lamps, filling it with a glowing, throbbing orange and yellow light. He looked up, staring directly into dark, almond-shaped eyes under almost perfectly-shaped arching eyebrows. He swallowed hard, recognizing the large square jaw, perfect cleft chin, thick pink lips, and high cheek bones of the almost-black brown face staring back at him. A iron earring hung from his earlobe, and his neck was so muscular that was as wide as his head.

It was Djimba, the most powerful slave on the island. His body was built like a god of power: incredibly muscular, yet not cut. His biceps were big as his head, and that's not counting the addition of those glistening, black triceps. His chest bulged out like two huge stones. He had little definition in his stomach, but when he breathed, abs the size of Theodore's entire fist flexed. He was bald and clean shaven, almost hairless. He wore nothing but a skirt of burlap that ran down to his calves and a necklace with human finger bones on it. From his necklace hung a miniature hammer: the symbol of the African god of smithing, iron and war. "The African Thor", calledOgun.

"...uh...uhhh…." Theodore slowly scrambled back against the wall of the barn pen. Even with all the long brown hair in his face, he could see enough to know he was fucked. Djimba could pick up a regular-sized man with one hand, let alone someone tiny like him.

He looked around to see Djimba wasn't alone. As Theodore's eyes adjusted to the dim light, he saw more and more strong, powerful black bodies. Large and muscular arms crossed with burlap skirts, symbol of powerhouse warriors, dedicating themselves to the pantheon of gods called Orishas: a religion more ancient than ancient. Not one of these men stood under 5'10" in height or weighed less than 180 pounds in weight. Frightening, compared to Theodore's little 5'6" height and 140 pounds in weight. The entire barn smelled of manhood: clean sweat, testosterone, iron, power, and the steamy body heat from iron-hard muscles everywhere. Theodore's entire face blazed hot and red more and more with each breath. He couldn't explain it. He felt not just adrenaline and fear, but...a tingling in his groin and his nipples hardened. He wasn't sure if this was fear, confusion, or some kind of….witchery.

"Naka ngon si."said a deep, powerful voice from somewhere in the midst of the men.

"...what?"

"It means "Good evening, and welcome."" says a familiar female voice. From the midst of the men came the small, lithe body of Jessie, with her hair wrapped in a lovely woman's head wrap and wearing fabric as if it was a Roman toga. All the men nod their heads to her in a sign of gentlemanly respect for a proper lady. She bows back to them, returning the courtesy.

"JESSIE!"

"My name ain't Jessie, not Jessabelle, none ah that. My name is Awa Khadyjah."

One of the men says something in Wolof, laughing. Jessie lays her hand on her chest and femininely giggles like a girly girl. She then turns to Theodore, a sadistic smile on her face.

"So this where you done ran and hid, boy?"

"Jessie…?"

[ He looks like a disheveled, loose woman who had too much wheat beer to drink! ]laughs one of the men in Wolof.

Jessie laughs too, turning to the man who spoke.[ The irony is hilarious, don't you think? Is he not in a pen for the female cattle? With wheat?! Hahahaha! ]

The mess of people laugh. She then turns to him and laughs femininely, her wrist limp as she slides her fingers under her soft, pale chin.

speaks Djimba in a deep voice. Jessie looks up at him as if he's a dream boat.

[ Ask this… "man," why is the island all only men? And ask, why were we always fed food spiked with the medicine that filled us with burning energy and sexual desire? ]

She turns to Theodore, a innocent expression on her face.

"Mistuh Scott… why fo' I'ze the only woman on this here island? And, why did all the men have to take them stallion thangs with they food?"

"….huh? I….my father said that was so...so the men could work more in a day...and he didn't want his nxggers breedin' unless he got the right….right…." A lump formed in Theodore's throat. "...the right negresses to make healthier….dear G0d….I did not support that! I didn't, I say!"

"Oh? Well, you sho' didn't say no, now did ya?"

She turned to the black wave of masculinity behind Djimba.

[ You men were given stallion sexual aide, to make you work more, and harder. Like livestock, mere livestock. And, there were only men here, so they could choose which women to breed you with to make children as if mere horses and cattle. ]

"My father...issick. He buys breeding tonic for the animals, I didn't know he'd use the stallion tonics on human beings. I could only imagine what he'd do with the breeding tonic for cows and mares..."

"You meanTHIStonic?" she cheerfully chimed, pulling out a empty burlap sack from a deep pocket in her long toga. In black letters, it said on it BREEDING POWDER: FOR MARES ONLY.

The bag was empty.

"….what?"

"You sho' loooovvvveee my tea, huh?" she grinned a beautiful, pearly smile. Theodore remembered how he always was drinking that delicious, unique tea of hers. It tasted like no tea he ever had before. And her "secret recipe", she always made...by herself….in the kitchen….behind closed...doors…

"...J-Jessie….you...you didn't?"

He never SAW her make it. He looked down at his puffy chest, how thick his hair had become, and how his body hair was slowly disappearing on his now soft, smooth skin. He breathed deep, now realizing how inhaling the powerful pheromones of these superior warriors, fueled on stallion fertility tonic, was only seeming to make his limp, little white cock dribble and drool precum of lust. Like a glistening river down his white, small thighs.

Then she slid her hands up Djimba's huge, solid arm and smirked at Theodore. "But that's alright. Cuz while y'all was feedin' these men stallion tonic? I was feedin' you too. "Massuh."

The irony was not lost on Theodore. As these men unnaturally became bigger, stronger, and more fertile. He became smaller, softer, more sensitive, and also more fertile. His hips widened as their shoulders widened. His ass became rounder as their arms became bigger. He looked out at the glistening, black mountains of testosterone and male power. And...inside...it made him spill a drop of clear precum down his pale, blushing, firm thighs.

Jessie took a pinch of soot from a pocket in her dress, balled in her hand, palm upward, and then begin to vibrate. Her eyes rolled into her head, and a wind from nowhere seemed to gust barely-noticeable gusts from her very person. Theodore looked in horror as she opened her palm as if to blow a kiss in his direction, and then she blew…

When the dust hit him in the face, he felt like the entire world fell through the floor. Images upon images upon images flashed through his skull. Feelings. Emotions. Pain. Misery. Too much.

Suddenly, the world spun back to normality. He felt flushed with a ocean of emotions, from guilt to lust. He felt intimidated beyond belief, but that only fueled a odd feeling of sexual arousal, which then fueled embarrassment. A burning circle of emotions that only grew stronger and stronger.

"How...ho-how...how can I make up fo' this?" he ran his fingers through his thick, voluminous hair that now fell down his shoulders.

"You caused a lot of pain. A lot of misery, sho' did. And tha god of war, tha god of storms, of smithin', the god of protecting any race ah human beings who is loyal ta him?" she gently cradled a iron hammer talisman hanging from her necklace: the hammer of Ologun, "...a sin and cruelty must be made up fo' to be forgiven."

"Compensation?"

"Dat's right. If ya steal from a man, you must return what ya stole, or pay him what you cost him. Cum-pen-say-shawn….but then again, we juss livestock, right? Ain't human at all? Just cuz them bastards from the Benin empire took our land and sold us to y'all folk, that's grounds fuh this?"

He ran his fingers through his thick, shiny chocolate hair and clenched his eyes shut, trying to shake the realization of his father's evil out of his head.

"How can I make up for this?! To be forgiven?"

"Well…." Jessie thought up her own idea. "You are in a breedin' barn."

"Whuh?"

"You ain't know, "massuh?" This here ain't no cow barn. This be a BREEDIN' BARN..."massuh." Where you put tha mares 'n' cows before you bring in the bulls 'n' stallions ta BREED 'em, fill 'em fulla fertile seed so they swell heavy wit chyle...you ain't know?"

She reached under Djimba's skirt and her forearm begin to work. His skirt lifted up high, before falling off to reveal one of the biggest, strongest, most powerful glistening cocks Theodore had ever seen. Jessie's pale fingers wrapped around the shaft selfishly, as she stroked up the glistening, literally black pole sinfully.

The huge black balls beneath it were each as big as one of Theodore's fists. They pulsed, overloaded with seed due to the stallion fertility drug given to all the men for the past months. White drops dripped from the bright pink mushroom head. Theodore found himself hypnotized by it. He swallowed hard, wanting just to touch it. To feel the veins and girth of it.

"Yassuh..." she cooed, rolling her thumb under the huge pink head. "...get a bull all worked up, so he can plant plenty o' seed deep up in a cow's belly. And it's kinda funny..." she licked the precum off her fingers, before reaching out and grabbing another throbbing cock. "…you ARE in the pen for cows rett to breed. And you do look like a pretty lil' thang. Brown hair and white skin...heh, like a brown n' white cow. Aftah me, you the closest next bess thang to woman on this whole damn island."

Theodore had no idea what to say. He sat in the hay, feeling a whirlwind of feelings. But he could not take his eyes off the massive, throbbing Senegambian cock dripping fertile ropes of clearish-white seed from it's purple head. Jessie opened the pen, and gently walked in. Theodore sat there, feeling shock at learning just how horrible the whole situation was. Feeling fear for his own life. And...feeling...insanely, ragingly, furiously aroused by the scent of testosterone and these powerful warriors. All of them fertile, with seed superior to his own.

Jessie opened the pen, walking in and she very sensually, softly undid his shirt. His puffy, oversensitive nipples popped free into the air. His face flamed warm from just knowing these men were all staring at his naked upper body. Theodore's own thoughts betrayed him. He looked at these powerful men, and thought of how small, soft and weak he was. He didn't feel fit to even be considered "male" in their presence. The massive black god of power, Djimba, walked into the pen. His dark, almond-shaped eyes locked into the shivering, bright blue eyes looking up at him and his gigantic, black pecs.

Theodore felt a massive lump form in his throat. And his breath sped up. He felt a warm, glowing in his taint and balls. His plump, estrogen-filled lips trembled as soft voice spoke up.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for what my father did….let me….let me make it up to you…."

As Jessie popped his belt off, causing his blue pantaloons to fall off his plump, pink ass, he felt secretly happy to drop to his knees in the hay. A part of him wanted to. REALLY wanted to. He was eye-level with the slave's master cock, as the master lifted his small, soft trembling hands like a slave.

Something in the back of his mind was somewhere between hypnotized and fascinated with the cock as he touched it. It was boiling hot. Hard as iron. Veiny. And he could feel the mighty man's heart beat in his palms. Even with both hands, he couldn't grip the entirety of it. He closed his eyes and breathed deep. The strong, salty testosterone scent made his nipples hardened. It smelled nothing like him, not as flowery or soft as Theodore has smelled all his life.

"I'm...I'm sorry for the agony the stallion tonic has caused y'all..." he said. He thought a stupid thought. Maybe...maybe if he helps them get some relief...they'll forgive him. Maybe the gods will forgive him? Theodore knew the slaves didn't masturbate. Maybe they were too ignorant to do so? They HAD to be pent up badly…

"I'mma...uhh...teach y'all how to get relief...as a man…." he flustered, trying to think of a less slutty reason to be jacking off the huge cock in his hands.

"They know what mastuhbation is." Jessie interrupted, raking her fingernails down the huge chest of Djimba and running her fingers through the thick, lush hair of the white girl on his knees. "...but see, when they became warriors, they vowed not to masturbate. Because it's seen as dishonorable. So, sexual relief is only found through sex with one's wife, or on a holiday where it's allowed."

"Or...unhh...unhh...through a prostitute?"

Jessie snickered at his ignorance. "No, adultery is such a shame that some may commit honorable suicide. A person may be exiled for adultery. But...I think you're a special case. This isn't about lust, right? It be compensation. Fixin' the problem you done caused… and you all have to get the animal breedin' tonic out y'all systems..."

"Yeahhhh…." Theodore didn't hear her anymore. His strong blue eyes in his gentle pink face almost crossed from over-focusing on the huge, pink head drooling ropes of precum on his naked thighs. He jerked both his hands up and down the length of it, causing the huge, hanging balls to swing. They were heavy. Huge. FULL of fertile sperm. African warrior sperm. Powerful sons and soft beautiful daughters. Ready for a pink womb.

Theodore's little 3 inches erect splurted a glop of clearish fluid between his knees. He felt like he came, but in a weak orgasm. And he didn't feel tired or "done." But after his mini-orgasm, he felt like his arousal just grew, as if he stroked to the edge of cumming, and stopped.

"Lord…." he gasped, knowing his rising body heat and boiling lust was the mare and cow breeding tonic in his system. She gave him enough for a whole cow in just months. He didn't know what it would do to him...but…..fuck it.

The huge, strong black hand reached out and gently cradled the top of his feminine head. The head slowly pushed closer and closer to his face, no matter how much he gripped the shaft and tried to pull his head away. When he tried to turn his face, Djimba's strong hand turned his face back, just where the cock head pushed against his plump, pink lips. It felt like kissing hard, hot and spongy lips. A sweet flavor leaked from the slit in the head. Sweet, like sweet and salty. The head pushed against his closed mouth.

"Nangu."said the deep, powerful manly voice that rumbled from the black chest.

Theodore didn't know what it meant, but...the depth of the voice and his intimidation was enough for him to pucker his lips like a kiss. He kissed the head hard to try to appease his master. His lips became slick and wet with a sweet, syrupy fluid. It actually tasted good. And made his groin boil with lust. He kissed it again. Long and hard. Held his lips against the firm, spongy head, forcing fluid out as he squeezed the shaft hard like a giant tube. A nice palm full of white fluid spilled across his lips and dripped in ropes down his pink, soft chin. He looked up at Djimba, hoping to please. The warrior's huge, powerful thumb laid neatly in the part down the middle of his thick, silky brown hair.

When Theodore instinctively opened his mouth to lick the wetness from his lips, the powerful iron buttocks of Djimba hardened as his hips slowly pushed the cock head between the cock kisser's lips. Theodore felt something hot, hard, warm, and salty sweet force his jaw open and gently slide down along his tongue and into his mouth. A warm, pulsing feeling slowly drove through his veins, turning his white ass, thighs, chest and face a bright glowing pink. It was the mare tonic. Had to be.

Jessie gently rubbed the back of Theodore's head and pushed him down on the huge, African mast. She pulled one of Theodore's hands off the shaft. She had to tug. Even the master didn't realize how masterfully he had gripped the black meat, like iron chains. She grabbed his small, soft, warm pink hand in her own small, soft yellow hand and turned his palm upward. His palm was pushed to cup and hold a ball big as a baseball. The sack felt so full. So much strong, healthy, potent and fertile seed.

"GNGG!" Theodore gagged into the meat pole like a trumpet player coughing into a engulfed corndog. A White stream of his own female ejaculate shot from between his legs to splatter like white milk across the rippling, hairless, black shins of Djimba. His white sperm flew towards the leg, like black steel, splattered weakly, and rolled down in drips as if exhausted. Defeated puddles of weak sperm pooling at the huge, size 17 naked man-feet. And Theodore still felt like he was about to cum again. He lifted himself up on his feet, like a woman squatting to pee. And let Jessie puppeteer him.

"...ehh…."

It was the first sound of defeat muttered from Djimba since he last spoke. Djimba the undefeatable. Djimba, who could stand naked and be whipped into a bleeding statue of masculinity before even flinching. Djimba who had been shot by a musket, and kept walking. NOBODY defeated Djimba. NOBODY.

Theodore always felt intimidated by him. He felt weak and crushable in this warrior's towering shadow. As black as the mounds of muscle and self-discipline that casts it. But when he gagged and Jessie bobbed his head down, his tongue slid and squeezed at the underside of Djimba's circumcised head. Just before the foreskin-less head was gulped and choked by the virgin's tight throat.

Djimba never made weak sounds. Ever. He hardly ever spoke. He was like the dark skinned, slanted-eyed Natives of the north. Dark people intimidated Theodore more than anything. But...but...with this man's most sensitive "sword" in his mouth, he made the stone giant mutter a sound of weakness. Theodore always wanted to defeat Djimba. To make him react. To break him. So he wanted to try.

Theodore flattened and widened his tongue, like a U-shaped blanket. He then suctioned his lips down hard, his cheeks sucking in. He pulled his head back, his plump pink spit-coated lips sliding back along the black pole and staining spit all over it. He then swallowed hard and bobbed his head forward.

"..ehh…!" Djimba's eyes widened in shock. He'd never felt anything like that in his life. His balls clenched and his massive pole moved upward a little. Theodore couldn't help but smile. The master was breaking the slave. He'd break this man, by dropping between his legs and deep throating his inferior pagan cock with his superior throat. Somehow, that sounded...not...right. But, as warm and flustered as he felt right now, it kind of made sense.

"That's it..." cooed Jessie, "...suck the poison out..."

His father had poisoned these men with that breeding tonic. And their honor required them not to masturbate. So, Theodore would make amends. He would get the poison out of them...to relieve their suffering blue balls. With his superior pink lips.

Theodore slid his hands up the muscular black thighs, mashing his fingers hard and mercilessly into the chords of rippling muscle beneath the warm, smooth black skin. Every tendon felt like iron. Like steel. And what fat was there, was only adding to the girth and strength of those powerful, bull-like thighs.

Bull.

Theodore opened his eyes, seeing the sign on the side of the pen they had found him in.

"COW"

Bull. Cow. Breeding barn.

It was so...so….GGGNNGGG!!

Another white stream shot out from his spread, squatted legs, to splash against Djimba's unmoving legs, like the black stone pillars of a Nubian statue.

"You squirt like a woman, ya hear?" Jessie whispered gleefully in his ear. "Brown and white, squirtin' milk all ovah that big, black Nguni bull..."

This made him almost cum again. He felt a surge of...of...something. Anger. Hate. Lust. Passion. Fury. Excitement. Wanting to dominate, yet be dominated.

With a mean motion, he bobbed his head down hard, mercilessly swallowing Djimba down inch by inch, like slowly but angrily trying to deep throat a banana. He squeezed the big ball in his hand, and gripped the base with the other, making sure his slave couldn't escape the sloppy shackles of his throat. Theodore masterfully slaved as he whipped his tongue in lashes across the Senegambian manhood.

"EUNH!" Djimba gasped, grabbing the girly head bobbing down between his legs. It bobbed steadily, aggressively, conquering. Theodore had hit a rhythm. With imperialistic passion. To conquer all of the black meat, by gulping it all down inside his white throat.

Theodore's entire mouth felt full. Full of hot, hard, pulsing pole. When he swallowed, he could feel the big, spongy head down deep in his esophagus, like having a big piece of food sliding down your throat a little slower than usual. His nose touched the hairless, hard groin of the warrior as he felt his lips slide and spread spit over the cock's base. He opened his teary eyes to look up, seeing nothing but powerful, hard, black abs. They inhaled and exhaled faster and faster, all because of his white mouth strangling the black pole. He felt his tongue rub and slide along the bottom, causing the cock filling his mouth to twitch and tremble due to his expert tongue-work. Theodore lashed his tongue upon the back of the cock, forcing clear drips to leak from it as it shook and shuddered in his mouth, as if in pain.

With his lips wrapped around the base, he smiled victoriously with a smirking smile. His beautiful blue eyes looked up, absolutely savoring and drinking in the handsome warrior trembling due to his mouth. To know he, alone, was the first person to make a giant like Djimba become weak in the knees filled him with a pride and vanity he had not known before. And it turned him on more than he's ever been turned on before.

[ I...I can't...OH SHIT! ]Djimba gasps in Wolof, gritting his teeth and clenching his entire body up tight as if in pain. His balls throttled and jerked as the brunette gulped his head down deeper. Theodore's lips locked and smiled at the same time. He greedily grasped at the black thighs, as the massive urethra pulsed big, small, big, small, big, small. With each "big" pulse, it filled with pure, thick, white semen. White as snow, thick as cream. With each time it shrunk, it jetted ropey streams down the masterful throat like a super soaker streaming fluid.

"Mmmmmm!" Theodore moaned, feeling the hot ropes of cum splash and pool in his stomach. He locked his lips tight and shook his head "no" nice and slow. This rubbed, squeezed and milked the cock in his throat like no other method. Djimba stood on his tip toes, balled up his fists, and clenched his massive body. He trembled and shook, gasping like a weakling as the white boy's girly throat whirled and milked his every inch. Djimba's eyes rolled into his head and his chest bulged. The sensation was so powerful that he didn't know if he was going to go mad or not. Theodore swallowed loudly, making loud gulps that filled the barn and jerked himself furiously, aiming his cock head upward, as if pointing it towards the balls already on his chin. He jerked faster and harder, just from feeling the warm seed pool in his stomach. His inner thighs locked and trembled like a woman's, and he came hard, jetting a long white rope of cum to splash right up Djimba's inner thighs and splash the huge black balls. His own cum caught him in his own chin as well, a self-facial.

Djimba's hand gently rubbed through his thick, straight hair. A gentleness he never thought would be in a warrior. His cheeks blushed with a new emotion. Kind of a attachment to him. He always secretly felt himself glow warm with attraction when he saw Djimba shirtless. But now, in this frenzy of sex, he felt like he could finally let loose his inner desires. Deep in the darkest, most hidden vaults of his mind...he wanted to be Djimba's woman. He bobbed his head one more time, making a loud groan echo from the warrior before making sure he swallowed the last drop. He opened up and pulled his head back, coughing for fresh air and letting the long, black pole slide from out of his plump, wet pink lips. His saliva coated the entire length of it as his lips slid back along it's still-hard girth. The flared-out mushroom head popped from his mouth with a echoing !POP!, before a rope of drool dripped off the head and the lips kissing it as it pulled away.

Jessie stroked her finger up the cum stains rolling down Djimba's inner thighs, scooping up Theodore's sperm on her long fingernail and slurping it down with a soft dominatrix's motion. She scooped up another rope off the warrior's leg, before sliding her yellow finger deep into Theodore's lips. He sucked greedily, tasting his own sperm.

"That's justONEman..." she coos in his ear."...there's more."

Theodore's cheeks blazed red and hot as he looked out at all the muscles and huge hard cocks with too-full blue balls aimed in his direction. He smiled with a feeling of letting his greatest sexual desires burn free.

"IKNOW..."

A large boat docks along the island's pier. The gulls sung overhead as a small number of people walked off the boat. One was a treacherous looking man with white hair and a beard. As he and his retinue walked down the pier, his face filled with arrogance begin to change into one of confusion and uncertainty. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

He turned to one of his fellows, his trusted ship captain.

"Where are the slaves? Why is the fields deserted?!"

The island looked like a ghost town. As if every person on it simply disappeared into thin air. No traces of anyone. Mr. Scott could not find any trace of his slaves, nor his one and only son. The last heir to keep the Scott family line and name going.

Years upon years later, Mr. Scott's slave plantation business went belly up. The native slaves he had from Central America revolted and almost killed him. As a white foreigner with nothing but a ship to his name, karma kicked his ass. He then could only make a living as a fisherman. But as the fishing game got too competitive, he headed down south towards the equator. In a little coastal town that was almost all Native people, Mr. Scott decided one night to get a blowjob from one of the coastal whores. When night fell, he went to the most shady red light area, and found a few beauties. A few Native girls, a black girl, and...the loud, sloppy, gulping sounds interrupted his train of thought. He looked to see a tall, muscular Native man in a carriage. His long black hair in a tribal ponytail, and his slanted eyes clenched tight as he pressed his brown hand down on the head of a slutty white girl in a poofy colonial dress gulping and slurping his length down to the nuts. His fingers ran inside her white bonnet and through her long hair that fell down to her ass. The white bonnet bobbed up and down, with loud, sloppy wet noises and slutty sensual moans. As if just having that big Mayan pole in her mouth was getting her off. The man gritted his teeth and busted his nuts deep down her throat, pushing down the bonnet-covered head deep between his thighs.

The whole thing kind of pissed Mr. Scott off. But turned him on beyond imagination. He didn't like seeing this Native savage pulsing his heathen tribal seed down a white woman's throat. But...well...his dick was so hard he couldn't even walk straight.

The bonnet-covered head rose, slurping cum off her lips as the guy handed her some money and pulled up his pants.

"Thanks, Thiaga...for a white woman, you're rhythm is not matchable."

"Thanks,daddy..." she giggled and took the money, sliding her long fingernails along his big chest as she got out the carriage. It rode off, she swung her big hips in her poofy dress back to the wall with the other whores.

"Thiagaisn't a white people name..." mumbled one of the Native Indian whores.

"You're just jealous." the girl in the bonnet smugs back.

In the dark alley, Mr. Scott walked up, ignoring the ethnic trash, and to the beautiful white girl. The women all smiled sensually at him, but the white girl seemed disinterested, still licking cum off of her chin.

"You." he pointed at her.

"I don't like white men." she mumbled rudely.

He doubled the wad of cash he had in his hand.

"For what you gave the savage back there?"

Her pink lips smiled at the big wad of money and she walked out the alley, snatching it from his open palm.

They went back into the whore shack, where he laid back on a African-styled bed and unzipped his pants. His cock throbbed, his blue balls ached. She stuffed the money deep in her plump, small bosom and expertly grabbed his cock around the base. The pink lips opened wide, still wreaking with the smell of cum and alpha male cock. Her head sunk down between Mr. Scott's legs and the feeling of his cock disappearing inside the whore's mouth made him roll his head back and groan long and loud. He'd never, ever, felt a mouth so expert ever. Not even a pussy feel this good. The bonnet bobbed with a steady rhythm, slurping loud and sloppy as the small hands fondled his balls. He was getting close to bursting his load.

"I hate that bitch." muffled one of the whore's voices from outside the shack. "Thiaga isn't a white devil name."

"Don't be a bitch, Tlacana." said a whore with a African accent. "And it's not a name. It's a title."

"How would you know? You think you know every thing, Azinza."

"I know, because it's a Wolof word. From Senegambia, you dunce."

Mr. Scott dug his fingernails in the wooden bench with pillows that he laid on. The bonnet plunged deep between his legs and he felt the loose, expert throat grab his dick head like a wet hot fist. He spasmed and clenched the wooden bench, throwing his head back in the pillow as he blasted rope upon rope of pent up spunk down the whore's throat. He slammed his hips up and down hard, banging her face so hard that her bonnet fell off. Her long brown hair fell in a mop, until she locked her lips around his dick and used her hand still with dried cum on it to sweep the hair out of her face. She swallowed hard and fast, taking every load down like a queen of lust.

"Wolof?" said the Mayan whore, "...language of the black men?"

"Yeah, but just one of the languages. "Thiaga" means..."

Mr. Scott looked down to see the face of the beauty who just swallowed his load. As his cheeks blazed red and he smiled satisfied, he looked deep into the blue eyes. At the pretty nose. The thick pouty lips. They looked very much like...his own…

"...so, "thiaga" is a term men give to a girl who hangs around with them?"

The girl slurped his dick clean and smiled. She had a boyish charm. She pulled out a cloth that had a very familiar symbol on it. A family crest. A crest Mr. Scott has seen since his own childhood. On a family heirloom cloth that his father gave him. And he gave...his own son. The heirloom was coated in the dried semen of African and Native men. And she smiled, wiping her sperm dripping lips with the rag. A cum rag.

"...yeah, "thiaga" means WHORE. I don't know what her real name is, but she sailed down here years ago with all those warriors that escaped enslavement. She's been a fanatic for Native and African dicks ever since."

"You're telling me. See, I do this just to get enough money to leave. But "Thiaga?" As long as she's got a brown cock between her thighs, she's satisfied. I don't know why she wipes her mouth with that old rag though."

Mr. Scott's mouth dropped open in absolute horror as things began to sink in. He looked in the very familiar face of the boyish girl pulling her lips off his now-spent cock with a loud, sloppy!SPLOP!sound. She smiled up at him as her slip fell off her shoulder, showing a African tattoo branded on her to show she was some man's property.

"Did you like it,daddy?"