Susan's life as queen.

With morning came many changes for Susan. She was given garb more fitting of her position. Namely, a skirt of soft silk made of two thin but long pieces of silk running along her front, and her back. Of shamelessly short proportions, they revealed her pussy and the pink globes of her ass at the slightest provocation. For her upper body, she received a golden bra of sort, with but two small disks to cover her nipples and thin chains to connect them and hold them up, designed to be easily removed. Her husband had permitted her not to wear the supressing collar anymore, assured of her loyalties. The frog king had looked at his wife with a lusty grin when she first dressed in her new clothes, marvelling at the way they brought forth Susan’s curves for his perusal.

“You look worthy enough to bear my children,” he had growled as Sue fidgeted nervously in the tent before him. He had immediately sent the servants away, and then proved exactly what he meant by that by forcing her back onto the bed and sliding his dick inside her eager cunt once more.

Sue was, now at least, permitted to wander the camp unsupervised. But she rarely felt the desire, merely following her king about the camp. He loved showing her off to his subordinates, flaunting her body in its sinfully small clothing and growing pregnancy before the slaves and soldiers alike. Her hair catching the sun like a river of gold and her soft, red pouty lips smiling in adoration of the gargantuan reptile which she called master. Realizing this and looking to please him, Susan had put in a bit more of a swing to her hips as she walked, sending her bra jingling and her ass swaying hypnotically for all to see.

The king didn’t mind. In fact, he seemed to enjoy the effect she had on his men. She was his prize, and one he did not share with anyone. And he showed her his appreciation each night, bending her over the bed and conquering her pussy and ass whenever he pleased. Frequently, when she had put on a particularly good show, he would suddenly round on her and take her in the middle of the camp.

And the once heroine loved every minute of it. It was so liberating not to have to care who saw her body, to sway her hips like a slut and watch the desire in the other men’s eyes. Then, to be taken before them, their many eyes upon her. Desiring her, wanting to slide their cocks inside of her, but held back by the one who did so, for she writhed on her kings cock, proclaiming his mastery of her to the entire camp in screams and moans, submitting to him as he massaged her clit and abused her dripping cunny like the animal he was until he came, **** her passages with his thick ropes of cum.

Then they woudl leave once mroe as if nothing had tranpsired. THe only evidence being Susan's shaking legs, and the juices running down them/

The king still brought her to the arena, to watch as new slaves were broken into the tribe. Susan would sit beside his throne happily. The **** and indoctrination of these new women would at one time have filled her with a holy and righteous fury. But now, watching the woman be **** inside, then paired off with a frog, and listening to their cries of fear turn to moans of pleasure and pleas for more only caused her to grow wet in lust, while her nipples hardened in desire.

Fortunately, she wasn’t the only one. Her king, the moment the women had been brought inside would rise before them on his podium. “Welcome, slaves,” he would proclaim in a booming voice. “Yes, you may have been free once. But no longer! You are slaves now. Our property, brought here to breed new warriors into our ranks. It does not matter who you were before this. Tribes, races, warriors, peasants,” the frog king grinned widely with contempt, “marriage. You are slaves, now. Our slaves. To be bred, like my queen!”

Her king would then guide Sue before them all. The once hero, member of the fantastic four, the woman who had participated in countless battles for the earth, faced enemies whose powers boggled the mind, and came out triumphant with each encounter, would look over them triumphantly, and go to her hands and knees, pushing her ass out for her king.

The frog king would smile his wide grin. Sue was always naked in the arena, and for good reason. For as the frog king guided his cock to her tender pussy lips or between the soft globes of her cheeks and entered her, such a thing as clothing would only get in the way. Then, Sue would be fucked, the signal for the other frogs to begin as well.

Staring out over the scene always served to get Sue hotter and more sensitive than ever, mewling at the slightest touch as the frog king pounded into her with rapid thrusts, dominating her into the floor with his length.

Susan would push back with her ass, meeting his thrusts eagerly as his leathery hands found her breasts and toyed with them. Then, as the cries of the new slaves filled the chamber, changing from a din or pain and shame to a chorus of pleasured shrieks and moans, Susan would look over the sea of bucking hips and rolling breasts. Then, gasping in pleasure, she would come, her walls tightening about her king’s cock like a warm vice. And as a result, she always soon after found her insides drenched with her masters cum.

Many nights did Susan enjoy such pleasures. But all things must come to an end. Two months after her surrender to the frog king, her pregnancy soon became manifest in her growing belly. Her breasts became so engorged with milk in expectancy of the coming children that her tiny golden bra was abandoned, unable to hold her massive mammaries. Her king didn’t seem to mind, enjoying the newfound size and weight of her breasts in his hands, and even taking to drinking some of her warm milk.

Though he could not enjoy her pussy any longer for fear of harming the children, this merely meant that her ass received twice the attention of his thick warty cock. Something Sue was not terribly sorry for.

“Beautiful,” Susan murmured one night, her stomach invisible thus revealing the swimming tadpoles inside her womb. That this new life would grow inside her, a product of her coupling in the Savage Land, of her freedom! Only made it all the sweeter.

“They are,” her master rumbled beside her, his thick warty hand rubbing her stomach slowly. “They shall grow to be powerful and strong. With their might and powers gifted by you, they shall conquer the Savage Land, and bring it to heel beneath their might. All races shall fall before them, their woman providing them with many broods for the coming years. You have done well, my queen,” the king informed her, leaning over and taking her lips.

Susan giggled and melted into the kiss, her arms reaching about the monsters head and pulling him in as she savoured his leathery mouth and prehensile tongue. As her king pulled away, Susan smiled. “How long, do you think?”

“Another month, perhaps. No longer.”

“That fast?” Sue had every right to be surprised, as it meant the whole pregnancy would only have taken three short months.

The king chuckled, his tongue flitting from his mouth to moisten his eye. “Our kind does not need so long before they can crawl form their mothers. All the better for you, my queen, to bear me a second. I told you I would have you bear my spawn again and again.”

Susan smiled. “And I will, my king. For I am yours,” she cooed, slowly rolling herself onto the frog king’s chest. “Now, and forever. Nothing would bring me greater pride, than bearing your children into this world. Your ****,” the ex-heroine slowly ran her tongue along his chest. “Swears it.”

The frog king grunted, his cock rising from the words his mate spoke. “Roll over,” he growled. “I will take your ass now.”

She giggled and smiled happily. “Yes, master,” Susan breathed, sidling back and flipping onto her hands and knees, presenting her ass for her king’s pleasure. Soon, her cries of pleasure and the kings’ grunts and moans filled the savage night once more.