One Last Try

Susan felt the conflicted urges within her building – someway, somehow some perverse urge of lust had began to worm its way into her mind in the arena- but there was one last great gasp of Susan Storm left. She may have been stripped of her powers, her clothing, her dignity but there was still some independent will left to her.

Despite being tired, dirty, and smarting from the Forg-Lords earlier anal explorations, she managed to throw her self out of the bed, and started to run.

As she did so, Gorgmoth-Guurk the Frog Lord, king and general of his tribe looked at her and laughed a huge croaking belly laugh.

“Such a fine ass!” he bellowed, his deep voice filling the tent. “I could never let such a thing run from me for too long however!”

The Frog-Lord's tongue surged forward twice- the first being to smack her on her bouncing ass as she bolted for the entrance to tent, and the second to knock her down.

Susan lay on the floor, the wind knocked out of her again as Gorgmoth walked to her on his powerful legs. From the floor looking up she could just see his cock swinging under his royal purple loin cloth, the largest cock she had ever seen.

She took him in for a moment with her eyes. Gorgmoth was a huge creature, 7 or 8 feet tall perhaps. His skin a bright green turning black with gnarled nubs on his back forming a kind of rubbery armor – a sign of age- and a bright yellow belly. A giant protruding pot belly that before she had fixated on. But now, laying on the ground, seeing him walk to her she saw how strong, how muscled he really was behind all of that froggy rotundness.

She pushed herself on to her knees and gave him a defiant look, fire in her eyes.

“I am Susan Sto-” She began

“YOU ARE NOTHING!” The frog lord interrupted her, bellowing.

He stood over her now, his towering mass totally dwarfing her. He gazed upon her long, seeming to soak in every detail of her body.

Susan found herself now, for the first time truly being scared in the Frog-Lord's presence.

“You are now my ****, my property. Whoever you were, whatever you were before now no longer matters. You have a greater purpose ahead of you, and a purpose you will soon beg me to partake in.”

The frog lord spoke with a tone of bemusement.

“How could I? Why would I ever...” Susan started to say.

“You know how, even in the arena you started to give in, to feel an urge as powerful as any you've ever felt. That raw urge that you might say....”

Gorgmoth gave a huge grin, showing a mouth full of little sharp teeth

“is animalistic...”

Susan hated it, resented it, but it was true- there was something in her brain that had begun to give into lust. Something primal and ancient.

“Soon ****, you will have a new name, an earned name.”

A great webbed finger stroked the side of her face and she whimpered our of a confusing mixture of lust, disgust, fear, and desire.

“I can't... I won't...”

“You will soon, I promise. Now on your feet, ****. I am not without compassion, and I have something for you.”