Becky worships her new master

Becky swallowed as the Chieftain turned from Liv to stare down his furry nose at her. She was it. The final bastion. The last Bravo left standing, about to be broken by their new collective master.

And she couldn’t wait.

The Chieftain let out a low growl and immediately the pair of Gnolls holding her let her drop, the two rushing over to join in on **** her eager friends. In that moment, Becky was free. She knew she could haul herself to her feet and run. With how long the Chieftain had been at it, maybe she could even escape. But she knew she wouldn't.

As the Chieftain walked toward her, Becky licked her lips.

It was larger than anything she has ever taken before in her life. A powerful thing the size of her slender little arm, and as she leaned in closer, Becky could feel the heat radiating off of it in waves. She could see the juices slathered over his cock, and she longed to taste them.

So she did.

As Becky licked up the chieftain’s shaft, it rubbed along her cheek, brushing through her pale blonde hair and already ruining it with the mixture of juices. She could taste them, she was pretty sure. The different sorts of sweetness of each of her friends. Emmaline full and vibrant like a ripe fruit. Liv more fleeting and sharp, almost hostile in it's succulence. And Fuu—the flavor she already knew, the perfect wonderful taste of her dear, ruined friend.

Becky looked at it with absolute wonder, utter adoration. Every touch and kiss, each suckle of his heavy balls, is an act of worship. She reveled in the weight of it falling against her face, shuddered in bliss each time she tasted that glorious concoction of degradation and lust that was blended together from the ravaging of each of her friends in turn. Becky knew in her hear that she would join them soon, and she smiled at the thought. Soon they would all be broken. Together.

And then it was time.

Becky hadn’t even noticed that her fingers were between her legs until the Chieftain drew that glorious cock away from her, leaving her wanting. Becky drifted after it a moment, then stopped to look up at him, watching fervently as that massive, powerful beast—her new master—slowly laid down before her.

As she stared at his cock pointed stiff up in the air, Becky understood exactly what was needed from her. She hurried over to him, straddling over his hips and began to sink down.

His cockhead pushed against her with all the **** Becky could manage, straining herself as she struggled to work that far too large cock into a hole that was never meant to fit it. Her eyes widened as the tip of it finally popped inside, splitting past her folds. She grinded her hips forward and back in small circles, as she tried to ease herself down, taking his cock inside her inch by inch. All the other Bravos had already had his cock—had already felt their new master’s power, and Becky wanted feel it too. She had to—needed to be fucked by him, to be broken into the same muttering, quivering mess as Fuu, the same howling whore as Liv, the same gangbanged cockslut as Emmaline.

So Becky pushed down, even as her eyes watered from the sheer girth of it stretching her, she worked lower, her stomach already bulging from the mass of it. Her knees came to rest against the fur below, when Becky found she could go no lower.

She was trapped there, impaled so deep on his cock that she couldn’t move if she wanted to. Every moment it was inside her she could feel herself stretched painfully around him. The aphrodisiac seed oozed into her as she slowly drew herself up, marveling as each new inch of cock slipped out of her bit by bit until finally she was poised above his cock once more, only the tip of it inside her. She could do this! It might be painful and difficult, but if she really, really tried, Becky was certain she could do this.

Then the chieftain’s paw reached up. It was nearly as big as she was as it wrapped around her hips, grabbing her and pulling down.

Hard.