Breaking in the harem

My minions brought the village girls before me, all eleven of them. As ordered, they had been stripped naked and were now shivering in the cool dungeon air. But it wasn’t the cold that made them shiver, oh no, it wasn’t nearly cold enough for that. It was the fear I saw in their eyes. All of their tears had dried, but some were still sobbing quietly. Not that it mattered. They would again be crying and screaming soon enough. Or moaning and whimpering if I was feeling merciful.

One next to the other, my minions **** them to kneel in a long line, their hands tied behind their backs with simple, makeshift ropes. I’d have to get my hands on some collars and manacles later. Not because I thought that they would put up much of a resistance or would even be able to do that, but mostly because I most definitely had a bondage fetish. And well, hopefully, it would make handling them easier.

I looked for the girl I had come to know as Beatrice, the one that had been mean to Lilith and presumably Larell too. I didn’t particularly care about the latter, though I would have to keep it in mind for later. But to hurt a little orphan girl like Lilith… unforgivable!

I reached for Beatrice with my tentacles and lifted her in the air. She screamed and thrashed with all her might, but it was no use. More screams followed from her and the other girls as I undid her bindings and forcefully spread her arms and legs from her body in a spread-eagled fashion. One of my tentacles coiled around each of her limbs and one around her throat, using light pressure to dull her screams a little.

“QUIET” I growled at the girls kneeling on the floor. “I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ANY SCREAMS FROM YOU UNTIL ITS YOUR TURN.”

The girls fell silent almost immediately. Beatrice was the only one to be heard. Perfect.

Having her exposed like this, I could see every inch of her small body, including the tight snatch between her legs and her cute little butthole. She had a bland face, black curls that reached her chest, and lightly tanned skin. Her breast were upper C cups, with a little sag to them, she had generally a little more fat to her body than Larell. Still, Beatrice was quite toned, with a nice, pert ass. Generally, she looked just like your average rural farm girl. Time to change that!

I coiled the tentacles that held Beatrice’s arms around her breast, forcing them upwards and together. She gasped at the sudden groping but didn’t otherwise react. I unfolded two tentacles from behind my back I had not used before: Injector tentacles. Their head was bulbous, like a thick pinecone, and divided into three chambers. Each chamber could hold a different kind of compound, produced by my adjacent glands. To inject them, each chamber was linked to a separate, retractable needle at the very tip of the tentacle.

Currently, I had access to five compounds from the mindbreak and ryona ad-on: Lactation potion, aphrodisiac, pain toxin, breast growth potion, and sensitivity Potion. In theory, I could also produce a couple of other substances, like acid or lube, but that was not important right now. What’s important though, were my injector tentacles, loaded with every compound I had!

I brought my injector tentacles into position directly above Beatrice’s breasts, extending a pair of needles to target her nipples. She squirmed and tried her best to get away from my needles. But it was useless, I was far too strong for her to overcome.

“No! Please don’t! I’ll do anything you want, just don’t-“ she pleaded frantically before I simply shut her up by using my needles for their intended purpose.

I used them to pierce her nipples, thrusting them deeply into the supple flesh of her tits.

“Nnnnyyaaaaaaaarrgg!” screamed the girl in agony, and a touch of pleasure. Apparently, the eroticism of the situation wasn’t entirely lost on her, even if she was the victim.

Her eyes teared up, and she began to sob again. But the pain of the needles in her breast apparently wasn’t so bad, it must have been mainly the surprise and her nipples that made her scream. And if she could feel even a touch of pleasure through that, she definitely had a masochistic streak.

I began slowly injecting her with generous amounts of breast growth potion and her tits began to swell up. First, their shape corrected itself, the sag vanishing altogether and their form shifting from a flat bell to a nice, round teardrop of incredible perkiness. Beatrice moaned and whined, squirming against my tentacles. Having your breasts forcibly grown seemed to be a very pleasurable, but also painful experience.

Then, the real growth began: Without the new shape, Beatrice’s boobs had been about D cups. But now, they quickly swelled past that, reaching E cup, F cup, and even G cup size in mere moments! For a second, I considered stopping there. F cups were far larger than what would be natural, looked great on her and it’s not like I would notice a difference with my giant hands.

But then, I remembered that she had been one of those that abused little orphan girls, abused Lilith.

No, I wouldn’t stop there. I wanted to inconvenience her, hurt her, humiliate her! I would turn her into the perfect sex doll!

I released even more breast growth potion into her, causing her already big tits to swell even further. H cup… I cup… each consecutive cup size took more to grow, probably due to the increased volume. When Beatrice reached J cups, I stopped the flow and carefully withdrew my needles from her nipples. She was panting heavily, her sex dripping with arousal.

I retracted my tentacles a little, moving her back through the air until she was upright directly before me. She was still looking at her new and improved breasts, awe and terror in her eyes. If I had to guess, I’d say that she was a major slut in her old life and dreamed of having tits like these, but never expected to receive them this way. And she was probably quite overwhelmed at how they felt as well. Sensitive, big, and heavy.

It didn’t matter though. Nothing of it mattered. In her new life as my mindless toy, she may as well not have any thoughts at all.

I reached out a hand and played a little with her tits, making her moan and whine, especially once I turned to her enhanced nipples. As expected, they were far too small for me to properly enjoy. Even though she was a little taller than Larell at about 1.7m (5”6’), she was still less than one-fourth of my size. Truly regrettable.

Anyways! Time to prep her for my cock!

I slapped her tits a final time, making her squeal in pleasure and a touch of pain. Then I positioned her so that she could watch as I extended my cock from its sheath, slowly pumping it to its full size. Since I wasn’t wearing any clothes above my fur, the girls could watch me rise to my full glory unhindered.

Beatrice's mouth was hanging open as she watched me in shock and awe, her eyes wide with fear and a hint of lust. She tried to say something, but before she could I snaked the tentacle that was wrapped around her throat upwards and thrust its tip into her mouth. Then, I did the same with the tentacles wrapped around her legs and inserted them into her asshole and pussy, respectively.

She gurgled helplessly at the sudden penetration. But something was off… She didn’t gag or **** on the tentacle in her mouth, even though I was at the entrance of her throat. And she took the tentacle in her ass way too easily, relaxing her muscles like a pro. Surprisingly, she had by far the most difficulty with the tentacle in her cunt, as if it was new to her.

And indeed, a bit into her tight warm, wet tunnel, I could feel her intact hymen! She was a virgin! A dick-sucking, ass-giving virgin! I would have laughed had I not been busy breaking her in. Such a slut definitely belonged in my harem!

She whimpered as I sent the lower two tentacles deeper inside her, tearing her hymen in the process. I used them to feel her flesh until I found her cervix and was sure that I had prepped her well enough. Then, I withdrew all my tentacles at the same time.

“Please! Don’t! Its too big! It wont fit! I am going to hmhhmmmm…” begged Beatrice before I shut her up by pushing my tentacle in her mouth again, lightly fucking her throat. I gave her enough breaks to draw breath but never left her mouth. No more talking for her.

I **** her legs apart as far as I could and slowly lowered her on my cock. She was right, it definitely wouldn’t fit, no matter the amount of lube and elasticity potion. I was longer than her torso and as thick as her leg… not to mention my bumps and knot! My cock was simply not meant for penetrating regular humans, that’s what I had my tentacles for.

But I would still penetrate her with my dick. I could try my tentacles on another girl. On one that didn’t hurt little orphan girls like Lilith!