The weak cunt of the Acting Grand Master

Jean was given no time to recover.

The moment her feet touched the packed dirt of the central clearing, a thick leather choker was locked around her throat. A short chain dangled from it, the crude metal plate already stamped with her name in rough, uneven letters—JEAN. The hilichurls had prepared it in advance. They knew exactly who the strong blonde knight was, and they wanted every other creature in the camp to know she belonged here now.

They put the chain to immediate use.

A stocky hilichurl hooked the end of it, yanked her forward, and sat heavily on a low log. In one smooth motion he hauled Jean up by the neck and the hips and dropped her straight down onto his waiting cock. She sank to the root with a broken, wordless cry. Then he began to use her exactly like an onahole—lifting her entire body by the neck with both arms and slamming her back down again and again in rapid, merciless strokes.

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Jean’s mind was already gone.

Her competent, controlled expression had shattered completely. Tongue lolling out, eyes rolled back, strings of drool swinging from her chin with every brutal bounce. Her once-proud posture was reduced to limp, jiggling flesh. Every downward slam punched a fresh orgasm out of her weak, oversensitive cunt; she came in continuous, shameless waves, pussy fluttering and squirting around the thick hilichurl cock that never stopped pistoning into her. The wet, filthy plap-plap-plap of her ass meeting his thighs mixed with her high, animal moans.

It was no surprise to anyone who knew her reputation among the veterans.

Jean’s pussy had always been her greatest weakness. No matter how strong or capable the Acting Grand Master was in every other aspect of her life, the moment a hilichurl cock stretched her open she melted into pure fuckmeat. Her cunt surrendered instantly, greedily, flooding and clenching as if it had been waiting all year for this exact treatment. The more they used her, the wetter and more ruined she became.

They kept her like that for long minutes—lifting and dropping her on the same cock until her belly was visibly bulging with the shape of it—then simply passed the chain to the next one. Jean was moved from lap to lap without ever being allowed to stand on her own feet, each new hilichurl burying himself to the hilt and bouncing her like a toy while she climaxed nonstop, tongue out, drooling in pure mindless bliss.

Eventually they grew tired of the upright position.

The current hilichurl shoved her forward onto her belly in the dirt, he grabbed her head hard enough to bend her all the way back, and mounted her in a deep, crushing prone-bone. The angle forced every thick inch straight against her cervix. Jean’s eyes crossed. A long, broken wail spilled from her open mouth as the hilichurl began to breed her in earnest—long, heavy thrusts that ground against the mouth of her womb with every stroke.

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She came again the moment the first massive pulse of cum erupted inside her.Her weak cunt clamped down in helpless, continuous orgasms as the hilichurl flooded her, pumping load after thick load directly into her fertile womb. Jean’s face remained twisted upward by the chain, tongue still hanging out, drool pooling under her chin while her body shuddered through the impregnation in pure, shameless ecstasy.

The hilichurl finally finished with a last heavy grind and pulled out, leaving Jean face-down in the dirt. A thick river of cum immediately poured from her gaping cunt, flooding down her thighs in heavy white rivulets while her body still jerked through helpless aftershocks. Her tongue remained lolling, eyes unfocused, the chain at her throat slack for the first time in minutes.

She only managed to lift her head a little when she saw the shaman approaching.

The small purple beetle crawled slowly across the shaman’s open palm. Jean’s broken expression twisted into a dazed, almost grateful smile as understanding filtered through the fog in her mind. She knew exactly what that insect meant.

The shaman crouched beside her, pressed the beetle to the soft skin just above her womb, and let it sting.

Jean climaxed instantly.

A raw, wordless scream tore out of her as the harmless poison flooded her system. Fresh heat exploded through her core; her freshly filled womb clenched and fluttered violently, forcing itself into a second, desperate ovulation even while it was still overflowing with the previous load. Slick gushed from her in a clear rush, mixing with the cum already leaking out of her. Her entire body arched, nipples tight, thighs shaking, the sudden fertility hitting her like a second orgasm on top of the first.

The next hilichurl did not waste the opportunity.

He rolled her onto her back, folded her legs up to her shoulders, and dropped into a deep mating press in one smooth motion. His thick cock speared straight through the mess of cum and new slick, slamming against her cervix on the first thrust. Jean’s eyes rolled back again. The chain rattled as he pinned her wrists and began to breed her properly—long, punishing strokes that forced the fat head against the mouth of her newly fertile womb with every impact.

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They did not stop after that single load.

Once the beetle’s poison had taken full hold, the hilichurls treated Jean’s constant, forced fertility as an open invitation. She was hauled into a full nelson, legs forced wide, and bounced on a cock until another massive flood was pumped directly into her already-occupied cunt.

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Then she was dropped onto her side, one leg yanked high, and fucked in a relentless scissor while a second hilichurl used her drooling mouth.

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Later they stood her up on trembling legs, bent her forward by the chain, and took her from behind in the open, heavy balls slapping against her clit with every thrust as yet another load was forced into her.

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Through it all the poison kept her body locked in heat. Every fresh impregnation only seemed to make her cunt wetter, greedier, more sensitive. Jean came continuously—shameless, broken, tongue out, drooling in pure bliss—while the hilichurls happily fried what little remained of the Acting Grand Master’s mind. The strong, competent knight had been reduced to a constantly ovulating, endlessly climaxing fuckhole, and the camp showed no intention of letting her rest.