An possible happy ending?

Sue once again could not sleep. She was held her stomach. She had thrown up many times in the past few hours. Next to her, the frog chief croaked loudly in his sleep. A smile crept across his face. She hated him. Hated him for the way he had sated his lust inside her. Hated him for the way he had made her feel. She had tried to expunge his foul seed by throwing up repeatedly. At least she had not begged him like he told she would. She layed there thinking of her life. What would the future hold for her. She remebered his words to the shaman woman after the trip to the Arena. She sat at his feet, which smelled worse than his breath as the Arena had emptied. The shaman came to his side.

"I have seen read the bones of your future once more." the decrepit shaman woman had said.

Gorgmoth seemed intent, "And what of our offspring!" he questioned eagerly. For the first time Sue understood the true horror of the situation, but with the collar around her neck she dared not speak aloud.

The shaman nodded, "It is far better than we had ever imagined. She will bear you MANY younglings. Each with unique and wonderful powers. The first, as I have said, with the power of foresight far beyond my own, and with the power to project forces unimaginable."

Gorgmoth smiled, "and of the others."

The shaman turned to Sue, "It depends on how long you plan to keep her. Your future is bright with her womb!" Sue saw something in her eyes that she recognized as fear.

Gorgmoth turned to Sue who looked away. He grabbed her head with his slimy green hand, such beauty and fire he thought, "Then I think I shall make her my mate."

The guards turned to their leader with these words. The shaman shook her head, "NO! My lord. Such things are not done. It is against our tribes laws. You must mate a frog woman."

Gorgmoth bellowed, "And why should I when I have such a prize."

Now Sue lay in her bed worrying about the days ahead. It had been told to the pair by a loyal guard that mutiny was being spoken of amongst the troops. Sue hoped to God that something would come of this, and allow her a chance to escape. Sue finally found herself drifting off into a restless sleep. She dreamt that she was sitting with her feet dangling in the water of a small pool. The frog chief layed lazily next to her. But she did not feel as she had before. In fact, she felt a contentedness she had not experienced in some time. The dream was interupted by a loud noise. Sue awoke to see her frog captor being suited in battle armor.

"What is happening?" Sue asked.

"War! There is mutiny about. Here put this upon yourself and prepare for battle." The servants began to swarm Sue, first they put upon her naked form a silver chestplate. Sue did not know what to do, she just stood up and allowed the servants to prepare her. A chainmail skirt was slipped up her tiny waist (though strangely it seemed a little larger now!). The servants began to put long silver boots upon her legs.

Sue brushed them away, "I can do this!" she pulled them over her slender legs. The frog chief kept his eyes on the blonde heroines form. Out of the corner of her eye Sue saw Dorma staring in rage. Something deep inside Sue made her smile. Finally Sue was handed a sword and shield. Thinking quickly a thought came to Sue. "I can help you more without this!" Sue grabbed the collar. She felt its looseness for the first time.

"Never!" Gorgmoth seethed. He waved her to follow. But Sue knew now that with some pressure, she could rip it off her neck. She followed watching intently. The battle was litterally right outside the chief's tent as a swarm of the frog army fought the chief's personal guard. Sue knew there was no hope. They were outnumbered.

One of Sue's two original captors screamed out, "there will be no human chieftess." And with that the soliders pressed forward, driving swords into the guards. Sue winched the sword under the collar ads Gorgmoths back was turned. On his own blind rage Sue's original frog captor came struck through the line of personal guards. Normally Gorgmoth could handle such an inexperienced warrior, but the fire in this frog was strong and he struck hard, sending the frog chief to the ground. The young solider stood above him, "your time is over." He raised the sword high and swung down. But his and the shock of all the frogs the sword hit an invisible field. The shaman calling from the back of the soliders line cried out, "it is the human woman." They all looked to see Sue with her hand out stretched, even she did not understand why she had saved the fat frog chief.

Gorgmoth smiled, "push them back!" Almost on reflex Sue sent out a **** blast strong enough to send the entire advancing army, the guards and the shaman flying into the air. The frogs landed twenty yards back. Gorgmoth stood, "now you see why I have chosen her!" Sue just stood breathing heavy. Never had she used her power in such a manner. The frog chief walked over to the shaman, Sue walked slowly behind him as if in a daze. Gorgmoth spoke strongly, "prepare the mating ritual. NOW!"

The next day Sue found herself sitting in the chief's tent. The servants scurried about adorning her in wedding garb of a high-frog chieftess. A gold breast plate, and a matching gold skirt. Her boots where high heeled and glittered with the same gold as the rest of the outfit. She remained in a trance like state. Her mind pondering what she was doing, screaming to stop, yet doing nothing. Finally the servants put the collar back around her neck, this time tighter. She felt sick this morning, as she had yesterday. She dared not think why. The last item was a large gold crown that had spikes jutting out the top. As Dorma laid it upon her head Sue saw the envy in her eyes. She smiled at the blue-skinned woman and stood as the other servants held her hands and guided her out of the tent. The entire frog tribe stood on each side, with their respective slaves behind them. As she sauntered towards the front of the procession towards the frog chief cheers rose up, "ALL HAIL SURGMOTH-GUURK! CHIEFTESS OF THE SOUTHLAND FROG TRIBE!"

Gorgmoth turned and took the hand of Sue. He smiled, feeling the gold ringlets around her hands which rapped around her arms. They were the marks of his kin. The shaman began the ceremony in the frog tonuge. Sue could understand none of it. But finally she was handed a goblet. "Drink it" Gorgmoth spoke.

As if breaking out from behind a wall Sue shouted "NO! NEVER!" But with that Gorgmoth waved his hands and the two guards that had captured Sue, once again loyal grabbed her slender arms. Gorgmoth pulled her hair back causing her to wince in pain, and as her mouth opened they poured the liquid in her mouth. Gorgmoth's fat hands clasped her jaw and closed her mouth causing her to swallow the liquid. It tasted putrid.

The shaman then smiled. "This elixir, taken from the cabir plant, will infuse you labi, making you a virgin for your wedding night." Sue shook her head, tears running down her cheeks. The shaman turned and pulled a small insect off the table. The frog chief bit into it chewing eagerly, then he turned and handed Sue the remaining piece. Sue shook her head. Gorgmoth nodded and motioned for the guards to return to her side. Not wanting another forceful encounter, Sue grabbed the insect remains and bit into it. Instantly her mind began to feel light.

She tried to shale off the feeling. "What is this?"

The shaman spoke, "The clax bug's blood is both a potent fertility enhancer, and an aprhodisiac." The shaman turned to the procession. Sue could no longer concentrate on the words spoken. At one point she heard what sounded like the name "Surgmoth-Guurk" spoken by the shaman. She was instructed to nod. Unable to focus she bobbed her head. The next she knew cheers arose around her and she seemd to be flying. But in fact Gorgmoth had lifted her over his head, he was carrying her to the betrothal pond.

Sue felt herself being laid in water. It felt cool to her skin. She felt hands move aside her skirt. The roaming hands found her womanhood causing her to moan loudly. Her focus came back slightly and she realized that the frog chief was over her. Half her body was in the water while half laid on the bank. Sue shook her hed when she saw his massive green cock. But he did not hesitate, and he entered her roughly. Had it not been for the aphrodisiac it would have hurt, but now Sue was wet with her own moisture. "Please no!" she cooed.

Gorgmoth laughed, "You are already my mate. You have already taken the name Surgmoth-Guurk. And soon you will take my seed, and bear my children." He began to pump her slowly. Her mind tried to focus, tried to fight the sensations. But as he expertly fucked her to the brink of orgasm she began to lift her hips to meet his thrusts. Suddenly he stopped. "What is your name my prize!" Sue looked up, the sudden exit of his cock bringing her back to reality. "What is your name!"

Sue eagerly grabbed his cock and tried to place it within her. She needed this after so many days on the edge. But he chided her, "What is your name!"

Sue thought about all that had happened, and thought about the consequences of her next sentence. But something inside her made her cry out, "Surgmoth-Guurk!"

He rubbed the green member up and down her slit, sending her wild in anticipation. "And what is your place!"

Sue responded instantly, "I am mate of Gorgmoth, chief of the South-Land tribes of frogs!" He smiled down at her and rentered her. She returned his gaze, and for the first time understood what he had meant as he fucked her with abandon. She truly appreciated this mighty frog. She threw her head back as an orgasm exploded within her and screamed, "OH YE GODS! MY WOMB IS YOURS!! YESS YESS!!" her body tensed and her legs rose out of the water and wrapped around his waist. This was all the fat frog chief could take and his cock shot his potent seed deep within her womb. Sue now cried out in incomprehensible mewls, as tears flowed down her cheeks. She kissed the fat chief lovingly as he collapsed on her. As always he fell into a deep sleep. This time, however, she too fell instantly into dreaming, a smile wide across her face.

Several months later, Sue sat at the edge of a small pool. Her feet dangled in the water. Gorgmoth laid by her side. The past few days had been hell but it was finally over. She had been in the pool for the past few days in **** pain, the shaman had been by her side. At least she was no longer fat. And being the high-chieftess came in handy, as she had her own pool, unlike the others. The blonde beauty put her hand into the water and smiled as a tadpole with a pinkish skin snuggled her hand. She felt a hand on her large milk filled breast, and giggled. "Stop it!" she chided the chief frog. He ignored her and began to suckle on her left tit. He loved her milk. "Leave some for little Gurgmoth."

Sue laughed as she took in the whole scenario, "he really does have foresight beyond belief." Gorgmoth looked at his mate with confusion. "I had dreamed of this even before the mating ritual. It must have been him." Sue new she would have to teach him to contain his powers.