Humbling Uthul

The two grunts dragged Uthul’s upper body forward, pinning her chest flat against the smooth rock ledge. They yanked her wrists high behind her back, forcing her into a helpless, bent-over position that hoisted her massive green hips high out of the water. Oddly enough, I only just noticed the voluptuousness of her backside which was truly incredible, a sweeping expanse of dense muscle and soft, heavy curves that most women in Beornia would be envious of. A minor detail, of course, was her thick length swinging uselessly between her legs.

“Look at our proud chieftain now,” the lead grunt sneered. It appeared that I was not the only one who appreciated her thickness. “To think she hid such a heavy asset in plain sight... That’s damn selfish, isn’t it, boys? I say we show our chieftain here a good time, what do you say?”

With a heavy slap, he sent her cheeks in motion as they wiggled and shook. The other grunts did not need another invitation as they approached her and begun grabbing, squeezing her ass and rubbing their cocks against it. Uthul protested, but those were ignored by the grunts who had already set their sights on what they wanted. She even tried bucking her hips, but the grunt holding her slammed her back down. He mocked her, loudly declaring to the cave that a true chief wouldn’t be trembling like a common whore under a grunt’s touch, thoroughly destroying her pride.

The lead grunt lined himself up behind her slick, glistening backside, wrapping his thick hands firmly around her heavy hips to anchor her in place. With a brutal, uncompromising drive, he forced his length deep into her tight, unyielding hole in one continuous push.

Uthul’s head snapped back, a sharp, ragged gasp tearing from her throat as her fingers scraped helplessly against the stone ledge. Her massive, muscular thighs twitched and flexed under the sudden intrusion, but the two grunts pinning her arms slammed their weight down harder, keeping her broad green rear elevated and utterly exposed.

“Don’t pretend, chieftain, who are you lying to? You love it, you slut!”, the lead grunt grunted, setting a relentless, heavy pace that sent deep ripples through the dense muscle of her backside. The loud, wet slapping of skin on skin echoed off the damp cavern walls.

The second grunt didn’t waste any time. Stepping up to her head, he grabbed a fistful of her thick black hair and forced her face around, shoving his own thick shaft directly into her mouth. Uthul gagged, her nostrils flaring in rage and humiliation as she was forced to take him deep into her throat, completely smothered between the two massive grunts taking their turn on her body.

Her heavy length hung limp and useless between her legs, swinging with every harsh, rhythmic impact from behind. Watching her fight for breath, her fierce dignity completely unraveled while being used simultaneously from both ends, I remained completely paralyzed in the shallow water, my chest tight as every explicit detail of her subjugation burned itself into my mind.

The grunts slowly, but surely broke down her every defense. It was not enough to just use her, they wanted her to submit, to surrender fully... and so she did!

An hour later, I was amazed by the sight of her sitting down on one of their cocks while furiously blowing the other two, urging them to finish on her face - and they did. But just once was not enough, no. They did it again and again and again. They made her moan, they made beg for their spunk, then they covered her in it, stretched her ass wide and filled it, too, with semen. By the end, it was impossible to say that she had been the chieftain of the warband... No. She looked more like a used whore than anything.

And she knew it.

As the grunts left, she looked at me and I could see it in her face, underneath all the semen... she was no longer the leader. She had been overthrown!