A Kobold's Conquest
Solveig, a skaven, gets trounced in a fight and raped by Zandrax, a kobold.
Zandrax finds himself in a fight with the skaven; he'd been pushing his church's territory further along, and eventually the time had come for the group Solveig was with to fall under their influence. The fight is... not even close to fair. The kobold utterly trounces Solveig -- a few hits with his pick, a bash to her legs with his shield, and she's down on the floor. She might get a hit or two in herself, even zap him with some of that fancy warp lightning she has, but it's nowhere near enough to actually get the kobold to back off. He gives a look upwards at his various companions; figures they're doing well enough on their own. They don't need him to clean up the rest of this.
A couple steps forward plants his foot on Solveig's chest, the kobold lording over her -- armored toeclaws digging into her fur -- despite being, well, tiny in comparison. "Pathetic," He spits out, "Couldn't even last two minutes against me. Figured they'd a least have you lot trained up that much." He's not big, but his weight on her chest still makes it difficult to breathe, especially when he presses he boot down a little bit harder. "No matter. Don't need a good fight to have fun." The kobold's words hang in the air for a little bit. There's a couple obvious things he could mean by that, but armor would get in the way of some of them, wouldn't it?
He fixes that, of course. Plate normally isn't fast to remove, but his is fancy, disappearing off his body with a snap of his claws and something snarled in a hissing language, leaving him clad in more reasonable padded clothing, minus the still-present boots. A hand reaches down, grabs at one of her horns, tugs her head roughly upwards and against his crotch, a tent plenty visible in those pants, before the other hand grasps his waistband and pulls downwards to slap her in the face with kobold cock. It's pretty big, for his height; nothing at all impressive by human standards, and nothing she'd struggle with, but still. "Be a dear and open up for me, will you?" She doesn't. He stomps downwards, into her chest, forcing the breath from her lungs, and swiftly shoves his dick in her mouth once she takes a gasping wheeze. "I shouldn't need to tell you why biting would end badly. I've every intention of leaving you alive after this. You're better a subject than a corpse."
The other hand, freed from his waist, holds onto her other horn, keeping her head plenty still while he gets to work, well, utterly facefucking her. there's no buildup, no foreplay, no time for her to get used to it, he's just driving his dick into her mouth and letting her deal with it. Blessedly, he's too small to choke her with his dick, so she's able to breathe through her nose, even if it's stuffed up with the heady smell of kobold. Less blessedly, once he's been railing her for long enough, one of his hands comes down, grips her throat by the front, squeezes. Air fades away as her ability to take it in does, her vision gets blurry, her lungs struggle to expand with the pressure on her chest. Time itself starts to falter as her oxygen does, the seconds dragging on to feel like minutes, the occasional burst of air he offers her by lightening up ensuring she doesn't get the opportunity to fall unconscious, is forced to endure this. Then, ultimately, a change in his behavior, a jerking in his hips, a hunch forwards which presses more of his body overtop her face until eventually he doesn't even bother pulling out, just moving her head a little bit while his cock twitches, spurts, pumps a decent bit of cum right into her maw. It coats her tongue, forcing her to taste it -- it's nothing unusual, a normal cum flavor -- but there's enough of it that it encourages her to swallow. Whether or not she thinks that spitting would be a great option with him looking at her like this.
The kobold pulls himself back, dick out of her mouth, dripping with her saliva and a little bit of excess seed down onto her chest. She's... not left in a good state. He'd not been intentionally wounding her, but having armored heels and claws digging into her chest left her bruised in many places, if not outright bleeding in others, red staining her fur and bandages, her chestwraps rather shredded and leaving her tits exposed, and a lot of pain once she's less distracted by a cock in her. There's a few seconds to look around too, only to see a similar situation happening to her companions; by now, the battle was over. Many of her companions were unconscious, tied up on the floor and bleeding from various injuries; more were suffering a similar fate as her, a variety of kobolds, larger lizards, and war beasts taking their turns raping them. Be it one in a man's lap riding his cock while a riding lizard mounts his face, or one woman who has three kobolds fucking her at the same time, she's left plenty aware of just how hard her side lost. There's a few unconscious kobolds, but this was a resounding victory for them.
She's not given much of a chance to 'enjoy' the view. Zandrax steps backwards, feet leaving red marks as they go, until he's at her waist. A claw rips off her undergarments, little as they are, while the other hand makes a gesture upwards, a whistle escapes his mouth. "Hate to be greedy and have you all to myself. And since my boys are done with the fighting..." He doesn't need to finish that sentence; two figures walk on over while the kobold grabs her legs, rolls the rat over onto her front -- at least he's not stepping on her anymore -- and get themselves into nice spots on her without much delay at all, only a few words of that same language he used to dismiss his armor earlier exchanged. There's a rather large half-dragon on her front, a much bigger cock than Zandrax's grinding against her face and smearing it with slit slime, while from behind there's something that feels -- and looks, if she turns her head -- like one of those lizard mounts they had. Its own cock is long, rather slender, with a few ridges along it and not much else in the way of excitement.
They go at different rates; the lizard on her back gets Zandrax's help with getting its cock aligned, the kobold pointing it upwards, between her butt cheeks, against her tailhole, before it starts fucking her with absolutely no delay or remorse. The slime on its shaft helps to lubricate it, and it's fortunately not very thick, but it hurts to have someone railing her ass like this with barely any preparation at all, and the beast's claws grasp at, tear at, leave marks on her fur, her skin, her arms, trying to get more purchase so it can go even faster. In front of her, the half-dragon works agonizingly slowly, taking his sweet time to enjoy her mouth and, before too long, her throat. Once again she finds herself choking, only this time it's on a fat cock in her mouth instead of a kobold's hands holding her neck. For his part, Zandrax is mostly content to watch, though the kobold's claws do find their way to Solveig's pussy to finger her while she's getting railed from both ends. He's got no real rate to his actions, erratically changing his rate from fast to slow to deep to shallow.
Fortunately, the beast on her back doesn't last very long. It concludes its mating with her rather abruptly, a few bursts of its viscous cum into her ass, before it pulls off of, out of her, drips more onto her back, and then just summarily dismounts without any further action. Another lizard follows it up before too long though, taking advantage of her newly vacated and freshly lubricated asshole, going at her with just as much (if not more, with how lubed up she is!) vigor than the first. The guy fucking her face lasts much, much longer, giving her plenty of time to choke on him interspersed with brief stints where she's allowed to breathe. Eventually, though, he starts reaching his peak, hands pulling her head to his crotch and slotting a knot at the base of his dick in nicely to her mouth. Her snout makes it so she could probably pull off of it pretty easily, so she wouldn't have to worry about being stuck to him until his knot deflated, but whether or not he'd allow her to go until then is another matter entirely. Uncomfortably hot cum pours into her throat, bubbles up into her mouth, makes her sputter and gag even more than she already was. Her mouth is utterly infused with his flavor now, her nose with his scent, and the strength he's holding to her by her horns strains her neck, shoulders, leaves red marks at the root where they connect to her head.
Worse yet -- arguably though, perhaps it's for the best -- she's not able to breathe at all. His dick's far too wide for her to get easy air around it, cum blcoks up much of what else is left, and he's no intention of letting up for a while. Tears well up in Solveig's eyes, her fists hit the half-dragon's thighs to try to get him to pull off, but eventually the world turns black, her vision fades, and she's pushed into unconsciousness from shock, blood loss, and lack of oxygen. At least she doesn't have to endure being raped for any longer, at least not while she's aware of it.
Eventually, the skaven awakens. She's in a tent, and not actively being raped, though given how sore she is all over, how covered in cum she is, and how much is drooling out of both of her lower holes, she can only imagine how much longer they were using her after she lost consciousness. Her hands are bound behind her back, handcuffed together and tied to a post, while her legs are spread apart and chains bind her ankles to stakes driven into the dirt. A gag stuffs her mouth, both to keep her from screaming too much and to keep her from casting any magic, not that they know if she can manage that while unarmed and arms bound. Otherwise, she's utterly naked, covered in welts, bruises, cuts, gashes, though at least she's not bleeding anymore. Other prisoners are around her, though significantly fewer than she saw getting used earlier; likely, spread out among other prisoner tents. Some kobold -- not Zandrax, one with green scales -- notices her wakefulness, her struggling, and makes his way over with a big grin on his face. "Looks like you're finally awake." He pushes her legs further apart, pushes his loincloth to the side. Another kobold dick. Maybe three inches. Maybe. "You'll be with us for a while, you know. Rare that we get something exotic like you in our tents. 'Specially one the mounts like so much!" A hearty laugh, before he shoves his way into her pussy, and gets to work with raping her. Hopefully, none of the men in the camp are compatible with her, though she can only wonder how virile the dragonkin are.
He's nothing exceptional, doesn't last very long, but he's the first of what she'll have to endure until she eventually escapes from Zandrax's camp. She's moved between tents from time to time, occasionally the red-scaled brute that brought her low to begin with visits her to take a turn, and yet more prisoners of various kinds get introduced to the tents over time. From time to time, she's thrown to beasts, usually lizard mounts, but more rarely she experiences riding wolves, or even horses which leave her feeling even more used than before. Days turn into weeks, evolve into what feels like months. She has to escape though, right? Each failed attempt only earns her another long round of being fucked into unconsciousness, of beating, of lashing, and frequently she manages even worse treatment when she wakes up, but she *has * to get out of the camp. Only a matter of time...