Liv tries and fails to keep her sanity

It wasn’t far. Just a couple of steps, and then he turned, arms pulling Liv in front of his chest. He held her in both hands, the claws prickling against her ribcage stood as a reminder of exactly who was in charge here, in case him holding her three feet off the ground wasn’t enough. His cock still stood at full mast, the bulging red girth of the thing pointing away upward at her pussy, promising the fate that awaited her in mere moments. Liv tried not to look down. Off to her side, she could still hear the sounds of Fuu’s ****, the horrid whimpers of that proud woman turned wretch now mingling in with Emmaline’s utterly shameless gagging, muffled cries of slutty bliss. Even just the sounds were too horrible to bear. So Liv found herself looking forward instead. Looking at Becky.

Becky was still there, crouched in the same position she had been, legs spread wide so that her bare cunt was exposed humiliatingly to the room. Arms behind her head so that her little chest was puffed out in front of her, back arched as if in anticipation. And… maybe it was in anticipation. As Liv looked up into Becky’s eyes she saw something that hadn’t been there before. It was a greed. A relentless thirst. A lustful and utterly unrepentant hunger. And Becky was looking at her. Well, her and that massive red cock poised to bury itself in her cunt.

Liv opened her mouth in silent fury. How dare Becky look at her like that! How dare she—and then the chieftain plunged her down.

His cock slammed into her like a spear, immediately driving up into her cunt while Liv stared forward, eyes locked on Becky as her mouth hung open in a silent scream. It was bigger than big, thicker than thick, and every inch of it had just been stuffed into her far too tight pussy. For a second Liv thought he had killed her, but only for a second. The Chieftain’s cock was already bathed in a potent concoction of two broken bravos’ stolen fluids and his own potent seed. It entered Liv far easier than it had Fuu, and by the time he hilted himself in her, cock stuffed so deep inside that he pushed against her womb, Liv was already starting to feel the effects of the curse.

He held here there a moment, just letting Liv dangle, a humiliated, helpless marionette strung up on his cock. Her arms were limp by her side, mouth still agape as she gasped again and again for air that just couldn’t seem to fill her lungs. She could feel her body being stretched around his member, her cunt split so impossible wide. Every part of her ached. But… it ached so good.

“No…” Liv managed. It was a scant croak of a sound, **** past her lips with every bit of will she had left. “I won’t… give in.” A simple declaration. A lie. “You can’t… I’m not like her… You can’t—”

Liv’s eyes rested on Becky and all at once it clicked. She didn’t even notice the way Becky’s hips were grinding against the air, **** needly little motions that just begged to be fucked. Nor the way she chewed on her lower lip in lustful impatience. Liv had pieced it together. From the look on the blonde’ waif’s face to the words she had spoken, the horrifying realization was obvious. The chieftain had fought Fuu, beaten her and broken her. Sure Emmaline had lost herself easily enough, but at last Liv was trying to resist. Becky though… he never even had to lay a finger on her. Without so much as a brush of fur against skin, Becky had let herself break, and when it was finally time for the chieftain to claim her, Liv knew Becky would be just throwing herself at the opportunity to shatter like the rest of them.

In that one moment, Liv thought she might really, truly hate Becky. For her weakness, her surrender, for not being stretched so painfully wide on a Gnoll cock. It lasted just that one moment, and then the Chieftain began to move.