Breeding ranch

The Lighthouse on the Cliff

There was a lighthouse on cliff to the north of the city of Illhaught, about 20 miles along the coast. Only a small road led directly to the light house, the main highway taking a long swing away from the shore due to tall dunes that made travel difficult. And yet this little light house and its surrounding area was a home for much bustling activity, acts of depravity and much suffering. For the ground deep underneath the dunes, away from the hard rock of the cliff, was soft, and easy to dig through. Centuries ago, a clan of dwarves had lived here, shining a beacon for all, for while they loathed boats and being on the sea, they had a love fore the shore and the rocks.

But now that love was defiled, their burrow expanded and widened for evil purposes. Men had banded together with goblins and orks, and while they may present themselves as good, every single one of their hearts was rotten.

And none was as sadistic and mean as Hchrokk, a mean half-ork that had gathered a small and loyal gang of bandits before settling down at the lighthouse to conduct his new business. He was taller than a man but shorter than an ork, but his word was law even among those of his meaner kindred. He had proved himself not only skilled with the spear and sword, but cunning and sadistic, enjoying the screams of his victims that he and his band so often mercilessly slaughtered.

Now as of said business that Hchrokk conducted, it was slavery. Not only did he sell and train slaves, he sold their products too. He had settled for this business when he met with the half-dragon sorcerer Black-heart, an individual true to his name like none other. Black-heart and Hchrokk quickly became close friends, both being half-breeds and their common interest quickly forming a dangerous duo.

When the two settled down in the lighthouse they relied mainly on the thieving of Hchrokks band, their stock of slaves barely satisfying the experiments of Black-heart. And in this window of time is where our tale truly begins.

The Forest of Threin was quiet, and the small carriage rattled along the path, in a hurry, but doing its best to not seem afraid. It carried a tall man with a full beard that hid his tightly drawn lips, and behind him in the carriage were two sleeping passengers, a halfing and a woman, people he was paid to protect. Unluckily for them, the goblin lookout saw them, his large nose picking up on their uncomfort, and a toothy grin spread across his face. Moments later he let out three caws, projecting his voice further and further away each time.

The cawing was soon joined by another, a goblin further down relaying the message as it speed ahead of the carriage, leaves rustling and branches bending as hidden shapes moved into position.

The carriage ran around the bend, the driver swearing audibly at the sight before him. The road was blocked by wooden palisades, stakes facing the horses and blocking any passage. He yanked back on the reigns, bringing the horse to a complete halt, and threw his head around, seeing to his dismay more of the same palisades being moved into place behind him. The bandits were a rabble of goblins, orcs and men, all armed to the teeth. The man did not have long to think about his predicament, or to comfort his two waking passengers, as a rock crashed into his skull, his lights out for good.

The two women were soon captured, bound and gagged and carried hanging from sticks. The bandits carried them to their camp, a small ring of tents guarded by a ork and a man. The work was sitting by the fire while the man was sitting on the edge of a cart filled with sacks. The two captives were hustled towards it, and some men readied sacks while rough hands removed them from the poles. They were about to be stuffed in the sacks, but Hchrokks rough voice rang out: "Secure the halfling, but bring the woman here."

She was brought wrapped before the half-ork, his foul breath still smellable through her gag.

"What is your name?"

The rough request followed him reaching around her head to untie her gag, and at a quick motion they began untying her.

"Emhra" she gave her reply simply, her voice quiet with fear.

"Well Emrah" the voice of the half-ork had gotten dangerously low "We are about to relieve you of your clothes." A small chuckle ran through the men, and she felt the men holding her start to fiddle with her clothes.

"Actually, you know what boys, just tear them!" A joyous shout rang out, and soon she was dragged into the mass of men, goblins and orcs, each grabbing at her. Two sets of strong arms in particular held her upside down, her skirt falling down, exposing her legs and panties, which were immediately torn off, the nasty goblin that had gotten his hands on them sticking his nose in them and retreating, having collected his bounty.

Her dress was soon torn to shreds, and soon a tongue found her apex, digging deep inside against her will, as more of her chest clothing was torn away, revealing her bountiful mounds. Now her whole body was being grabbed, and she feared being torn apart by the hungry men when once more the half-orks's commanding voice rang out.

"Alright you fuckers, since you cannot seem to treat our guest with respect, I guess we're gonna have to take turns." A small but hushed groan arose, silenced by the stern eyes of their leader.

"Ul-shnak, Tunr, and Dohn, you guys get first turn." Soon all but two men and a orc had dispersed, and were looking at here with hungry gazes.

The Ork grabbed her roughly by the head, and, lowering his pants shoved her face in his groin. His scent was musky, probably not having washed in a month, and the smell made her own slit loosen up, something she was very ashamed of.

"Tunr, get a blanket, let's make ourselves comfortable."

The orks voice was gravely and deep, and carried with it the tone of a superior officer. Soon the blanket was spread out on the forest floor, and Ul-shnak sat down, dragging the captive with him and shoving her head once more into his now hard groin. His member was thick and long, and his balls thick and heavy. As much as she despised him and all other men around her at the time, the musk they emanated was irresistible, something she knew the ork was aware of.

"Open your mouth whore"

She did, and found it immediately filled with the tip of his green spear. The other two men were not waiting though. The pulled on her legs, stretching her out and spread them, revealing her entrance. The orks hand around her head shoved her down a bit, his meat seemingly endlessly long and thick. At the same time one of the men behind her started grabbing her cheeks, spreading them and kneading them, laying his own member in-between them.

Soon Emrah found the back of her throat being tickled by the tip of the ork, and she was afraid he was going to force it down her throat when he relented, a strand of spit still connecting them.

"Dohn, get off" the gravely voice commanded, and the man that had been rubbing himself on between her ass cheeks relented. She was violently twisted, the ork grabbing her shoulders and flipping them, dragging her whole body along. The men in the back helped, and soon she was lying on her back, her somehow wet cunt and chest exposed to the air.

She looked up, two green orbs occupying her whole vision before being dragged over her face and into her still open mouth. She slurped and sucked, swishing her tongue around the hairy nutsack, its scent filling her nose and the reason for her leaking entrance. An entrance which the man whose dick she recognized as Dohns was now rubbing itself across, her wetness now lubricating his shaft.

All of this was interrupted by her tits suddenly being yanked up by their nipples, causing her to try to breathe in with ork nuts still in her mouth. Tunr had found her chest. The three men continued to play with her, the ork forcing her to slobber all over his sex, Tunr kneading, suckling her tits, and now happily having sat on her stomach and was rubbing his member in between her breasts. Dohn was the first to claim her cunt, and was now slowly and erotically fucking her.

And then, once more, Ul-shnak shoved his cock into her mouth. Except this time, she could feel she was in danger, tasting the sense of excitement in it, and feeling him getting close. Then, the back of her throat tingled, and was suddenly constricting, trying to force out the huge green shaft that had made its way into her esophagus. She felt her throat stretch and her air run out, until suddenly he retreated, his entire shaft covered in her spit. He went back in, this time thrusting his hips back and forth a few times, his wet balls slapping her face. He continued this rhythm, getting faster and putting more force into it each time, causing the Tunr on her chest to back off and get out of the way, watching her throat dilate in size.

Then, one time Ul-shnak didn't retreat, simply keeping going, forcing her mouth wider and wider, and then stopping, reaching back and stuffing his balls in her mouth were they were squished against her roof, his whole body now quivering. Then she felt it. All the way down her throat. One wave of warm, hot sticky liquid. Then another. Her breath was running out, but the spurts of cum down her throat and into her stomach felt good as her mouth was overfilled with musky genitals.

Just as Emrah threatened to black out, Ul-shnak removed himself from her, dripping cum into her mouth and onto her face.

"She's got her supper, or at least the first round" the rough voice rang out, eliciting laughter and noises of agreement from the rest of the crowd. Emrah couldn't agree more, her taste test of ork semen cut short by Down turning her on her side and going to town, his first gentle thrust now replaced by frenzied and unbridled thrusting. She had forgotten all about him, but he was nearing climax too. Suddenly he reached out, and with one single rip, her entire stomach was exposed, only two shreds of clothing left on her front side.

Dohn, knowing the consequenses that would follow if he came inside her, let Emrah fall on her back, and stopped his fucking, pulling out and cumming all over her stomach. His seed was not that thick, a little more water, but it was plentiful, covering her entire stomach.

"Dohn, Ul-shnak, you two are done, pick three guys to replace you." They did, and soon two men and a goblin made their way over, members already out and half hard. Tunr meanwhile, was using Dohns seed to lubricate Emrahs chest, which he was now was fucking in earnest. His stamina was also running out as he tilted her head so that her mouth caught the tip of his member with every thrust.

Then he too came, spurting his cum all over her face and into her open mouth letting her eat it, some of the last conscious acts she could remember with her slipping sanity as her head was once more roughly grabbed and her mouth filled with dick. The rest of the night muddled into sucking cock, getting reamed by multiple bandits at once, the less strong but mores stinky odor of the goblins which she didn't like. The only thing that stuck with her that night was when Hchrokk took his turn on her abused body.

She was on her stomach, the blanket underneath her ruined as much as she was. Or at least that's what it felt like. She had had multiple men inside of her cunt, but nobody had touched her other entrance. This was Hchrokks claim. He slowly spread her cheeks, revealing the tight and untouched entrance. But even Hchrokk wanted some lube, and he knew just what he wanted. He went around to her head and lifted it, meeting no resistance from the broken body.

Emrah's mouth was filled with various loads, and Hchrokk allowed a small bit of the mixture to drip on his tip. His dick was in front of Emrahs face, and had she been sane, she would have struggled. For Hchrokk was a sadist, and he had taken measures to make sure that he could make every women he railed scream in pain. Not only was his member long and broad, it was decorated with a ring of iron at the base, a thick ring that was fastened tight. He only ever inserted it at the end, but until them he wanted a bit more torture. For that, he had his friend Black heart, who had provided him with a special salve, made of his own venom that not only caused searing pain and great pleasure, but also tingled very pleasurably.

Hchrokk held off on the salve, and first went back to his target. The only lube was the bit of cum, and it was enough. He forced himself inside of her, eliciting a gasp from her. He kept shoving, his tip now fully inside her, and her once still and complacent body now writhing. She felt like she was being split in half. It became dry and raspy after the tip went in, no more lube to smoothen things out. The pain came on as he gripped her hips tightlly, pinning her down and shoving himself further inside.

After about three inches of struggling, Hchrokk retreated, deciding it would take too long this way, and he wanted to do this with some sense of efficiency. He procured the concoction mixed by his friend, pouring a drop over his member, the tingling making him even more eager to destroy the girl in front of him.

He bent himself over again, securing her by shoving her down with one hand between her shoulder blades, the other lifting her up on her knees. In this position she was raising her ass, and the half-oaks blood was running wild. No longer able to have any amount of self restraint he situated himself again, and rammed his meat inside her as fast as he could. He could only stretch her for five inches, but the screams that came from her throat were delicious, as he licked them up and consumed them like a junkie takes a hit.

Now already anchored, he got in a more dominating position and slowly drove the rest of his 9 inches into the girls rectum, every inch accompanied by writhing of pain and agony. But now he was almost fully sheathed inside her, and it was delicious as he could feel her insides getting stretched, feel the way she struggled and could smell the salty tears running down her cheeks.

He pulled back, hearing the small sigh of relief as he mostly left her. It was quickly replaced by a loud scream as he slammed himself back into her. The ravaging had begun, and he spared no moment, his pent up hormones releasing themselves. There was no quarter given, and the ass that was underneath Hchrokk was getting absolutely destroyed.

Emrah was suffering. Her tits were pressed against the blanket, everything slick with cum. She had been zoned out during most of her violation, not caring, simply obeying. But now that was impossible, the searing pain in her ass shamefully delicious as the thick battering ram of half-ork meat slid in and out of her. She tried to wriggle away, but strong hands shoved her shoulders down, pinning her to the floor while her raised ass was being pounded.

Hchrokk was speeding up, his balls slapping her wet cunt, a wet noise that was deafening too Emrah and annoying to the bandits. Emrah's spine curved as her rear was driven closer to her head, violent thrusts threatening the entirety of her bodies structural integrity, and she melted away, no more than a moaning mess as any last bit of identity melted away under crushing and burning pain.

Now Hchrokk wore a ring for a reason. He admired the possessive and brutal mating practices of wolves and canines, and so he had furnished himself a thick ring that fit around the base of his member, similar to the knot of a wolf. This ring was now slapping against Emrahs backside, and Hchrokk looked forward to bury it deep inside of her. He felt her contort and fold underneath him, feeling her fully give in to his dominating sadism.

Then the sensation he had been waiting for came. He increased his pace to as fast as he could move, scrambling and smashing her insides. Now all sweaty and slightly trembling from the exertion, Hchrokk completely stopped his violent hip movements, instead starting to push the thick steel ring inside of Emrah, who was now screaming as her rear entrance was stretched too wide.

With a grunt Hchrokk shoved the ring inside, and Hchrokk was now fully nestled inside of his victim as he let them both fall down on the blanket, and Emrah felt his body tremble and convulse, his balls sliding up to his shaft as they emptied their load. A load that made its way up her insides, filling her digestive system from the wrong way, a massive flood that made her feel as if she was going to swell up. She whimpered in pain, completely stretched out, as her overstimulated self came one last time from the amounts of semen that were pumped into her.

She shook and trembled, too weak to do anything but let her sore body experience pleasure one last time. Then she was being pulled, pulled back by the massive cold girth in her, a girth that dragged her along, her body unable to accommodate it to leave. Or so she felt, for Hchrokk grabbed her rear, putting his whole weight down. And pulled.

There was pain, lots of pain as her body stretched and pulled to accommodate the too large object that left a place it should never have entered. Emrah was too tired too scream, and only loud whimpering was left. One final moan was heard as the half-ork reclaimed his ring, the hole before him too bent out of shape to reshape into its original form. And so he left her, a mess that was leaking and covered in cum, intestines scrambled. Black-heart wouldn't be the happiest at her state, but she was not the most valuable, being not only a city girl, but her tits were not the largest, nor did she have the same fertile smell that Hchrokk had learned to identify that Black-heart liked.

And so he ordered her to be rolled up in the same blanket she lay in now, and if anyone had any extra loads to spare to add them, she really only needed a bit of recovery time and she was good to be sold again.

And so the small band of robbers went to sleep, their desires fulfilled, and anticipating the journey home tomorrow after a week of smooth robberies. Only Hchrokk wasn't satisfied, for he would have liked to breed her, to make her his own, but his personal slave was at home. Maybe he should start bringing her, that way he wouldn't have to choose one new slave each time. It was a thought he would have to consider.

***

Hchrokk was in a good mood. Him and his bandits were returning from the woods of the Threin, the large river that ran from the center of the continent, and brought with them their plentiful bounty. Their target was the lighthouse, which had just now come in view, and all of them were glad to see it.

When they arrived, they were greeted by Black-heart, a cruel half-dragon whose scales were as black as his name implied.

"Any halflings like I requested?" his voice was a low purr, but everyone was able to hear it clearly, maybe partially due to the silence that was accompanied by it.

"Oh you my friend, will not be disappointed." Hchrokks reply was met with a raise of a scaly eyebrow.

Four small sacks were hoisted from a cart,

"We got two girls and two boys, I think you'll like them all" he looked back at the ork that was at the back of the group: "Ul-shnak, make sure the rest are all unloaded."

More commands were issued, and the group dissolved into bustling activity as Black-heart and Hchrokk made their way into the light house. They made their way to the large oak door, which was quickly unlocked by a small key in the half-dragons hand. Spiral stair-steps led down, stone and cold, but not uncomfortably steep. Down and down they went, torches on the walls providing lighting as the atmosphere got cool and damp, till suddenly they arrived at the bottom, the ceiling suddenly opening up into a hall of stone, filled with small noises of movements, lust, and suffering.

This was Black-hearts farm, where his slaves were kept, bred, and milked. But they did not stop to look at the pens, instead Black-hearts target was his lab, a room secreted all the way in the back of the caverns, a hidden vault in which the dwarves had once stored their riches. Only Black-heart and Hchrokk knew of this place, and they made their way past the pens of half-dragons and the pen with the lone singular halfing cow. A quick push and pull of hidden stones later, and with a grating sound, the door to a well-lit room was opened. The halflings were removed from the sacks, but were kept bound and gagged as Black-heart lined them up on the table.

"I will ask you to leave me alone for this, and, if you want to see me experimenting with some stuff, you'll have to bring me a human from the north." This was Black-hearts pre-emptive request every single time, and Hchrokks only response was to roll his eyes and leave, for he could respect his friends boundaries, even though his inner curiosity really wanted to find out what happened in that room.

"Also since your staying for a few days would you please breed the half-orks!"

Black-heart was adept in the ways of magic, but he had some other preparations to go through first. The halflings bound in the fetal position before him on the table were still in clothes, and Black-heart wanted to run some inspections first. He untied the first female to the point that she could stand up, and lifted her by her arms, hanging her onto a hook in the ceiling. He removed her blindfold, but not her gag, seeing her bewildered eyes look around the room, before focusing in on him. He then slowly approached her, tasing his right index finger which displayed a dangerously sharp claw, and enjoyed her struggling and swaying in an attempt to distance herself from him.

But to no avail, for soon, he had her legs tied to a weight on the floor, forcing her to stretch out too painful degrees. And so he ran his finger along her blouse, neatly and silently cutting it open to reveal her bountiful chest, then her stomach, her untrimmed sex down to the large childbearing hips and plentiful thighs. Yes, she would make a good breeding cow, as well as maybe be his most valuable milker. He focused all his magic to his senses and stepped closer, sniffing her chest, her hair, and her crotch. He smelled fertility and plenty, but not the level of richness in the milk he had been quite hoping for, although it was exquisite, her being a halfling and all.

He took her down and tied her back up in the fetal position, still wearing her ragged clothes, and picked up the next halfing, stinging her up in the same position. Her eyes were a bright blue, a color he had never seen among halflings. In fact, when he removed her clothes, her whole body shape looked different than the other ones, being far more skinny, with a smaller chest and her sex being neatly trimmed. He then saw markings on her side. Bloody markings, which when he followed them to the back explained everything.

Her back was welted and scarred, beaten and whipped cruelty, indicating that she had been a slave, which also explained her thinness. He ran his finger over her back, admiring the work that the flogger put into them

"Don't worry, I'm not going to do this to you. Believe me, if you could, you would beg to be back in that place."

The half-dragon felt her tense up even more at these words, small beads of sweat starting to form on her forehead.

"Don't worry yourself, dear, it'll only make the process more excruciating. Try to relax, you won't have to worry about anything soon."

And then, Black-heart, with his snout close to her chest, got excited. For her small chest, and from this body which was beaten and scarred, he smelled the smell of the richest, fattiest milk that he ever hoped to sell.

"Tell me" his voice rose from its steady purr "do you know any of these two?" He motioned to the two male halflings on the table turning them and removing their blindfolds to give her a better view. She gave a small grin-inducing nod.

"This one" he motioned to the halfling further away, but was met with a small shake of her head.

Black-heart leaned close to that male, "I'm sorry about this, this means were not keeping you."

The half-dragon was delighted, for today his friend had truly brought him some prizes. He tied the hanging female back up and started his inspection on the male she had motioned too. His chest was defined, and although skinny like the other, he still had muscles.

"You're gonna need some exercise. Trust me, you'll have fun wrestling with the other bulls."

He made it past the thin stomach, and this halflings groin was also shaved, apparently they had been some sort of exotic slaves. And Black-heart could see why as he uncovered the thick meat of this small humanoid. Flaccid it reached a third of the way down his thigh, accompanied by a large sack which he was sure he would be able to milk and sell to degenerates on the night market in Illhaught.

Now it was time for the actual magic. Black-heart removed all the clothes from his victim, and got his pain. First step was simply drawing runes on his body, all over his body. They would help him focus his magic into the body of the soon to be bull. Circles on his shoulders, some on his thighs, and the las one on his ankles. Next were simple tattoos, for more powerful alterations. Then came the more cruel and enjoyable steps. Using his sharp claw, he dug dug his claw into the flesh, drawing runes this way. He fit the main one over the abdomen, the and another on his back, which was less scared than the other halflings.

Most of the preparations had been completed, but there was still one in particular that Black-heart looked forward to every time. He went over to a small furnace in the corner of the room, and started working the bellows, heating up the coals there. It took only a few minutes, and the branding iron was soon red hot and smoldering. It bore the logo of Hchrokk and Black-heart, a half-ork skull with the horns of a black-dragon.

The smell of sweat and fear in the room was delicious as the cruel half-dragon approached the squirming halfling. The thick breeding hammer was lifted, exposing the small humanoids impressive balls. Black and scaly fingers snaked their way around the sack, and with a scream, the small branding iron was applied, burning flesh and scarring tissue. This was the mark of possession that all the livestock in these halls bore.

"You are mine now" the low purr was dangerous as it swept through the flared nose of the half-dragon "You are mine, and you will soon be what you were meant to be. Nothing but a mindless breeding bull. Nothing but a beast, nothing .."

around and around the silently crying halfing the half-dragon walked, murmuring his degrading speech and starting to condition the mind of his victim, working his suffering psyche with his talented magic. It took a while, but a lot of face contorting, rolled back eyes, and stifled screams later, the halfling in front of him was completely changed. The only signs of sentience that were left were the lingering bits of sanity Black-heart could feel tugging on its mind, everything else replaced by animalistic instincts and wants.

Now he needed to modify the body. This was not as an important step as in females, but it was still necessary. The first ritual was the most important. Slowly he ran his fingers along the new bulls balls, focusing all of his magic in them while calling upon spirits and reciting chants of fertility and plenty. It took a bit, but soon he was satisfied, confident this specimen would be able to produce plentiful bounties of semen.

Then came the small enchantments, simply for strength and agility. He made them stronger than the ones that he had placed on the other bulls, making sure that he would be able to compete with them, at least to a certain extent.

The transformation was now complete, the body limp and submissive, not yet acceptant of the changes to itself. A night of good sleep would change this, and he took the halfing down, laying him stretched out on the table, and picked up the tortured female.

"I should have enchanted you first, darling" came the casual remark from the sharp teeth of the sorcerer. "Would not have been so tired. We don't want to mess up when I cast the spell, now do we? You are my prize after all."

He slowly caressed her cheek, and her shuddering of fear was all the response he needed.

"Lets get started, shall we?" His voice trailed off, replaced with the caress of his brush, making its way over her back, down to her but and thighs, ending on the top of her feet. He would have inscribed the more powerful runes into her skin with blood, but he wanted to preserve the precious orbs of milk as much as possible. Therefore he used tattoos, a circle of powerful runes now permanently inscribed around her nipples, providing power and magic that would enhance her natural talent.

The only scar he would put on her would be a rune for fertile birth giving on her stomach, one which shed a lot of tears. next, came the branding. One small one, the size he used before that would fit on her chest in-between her tits. She knew what was coming, having seen him brand the male, and struggled, trying her best to wriggle away from him as he approached her with the hot iron. But there was no escape. There was only the smell of burning flesh, convulsing muscles and a heaving chest. Black-heart spent the next 15 minutes calming her down, slowing down her breathing and racing mind, although delicious suffering and pain still flowed from her mind.

Now it was time to bend her will, and to absolutely shred any ounce of sanity and humanity she had left. Black heart placed his finger on waist, slowly walking around her and dragging his nail across her skin, very lightly and gently, barely connecting. Then he started to talk to her, weaving his magic into his words, and letting it slide into her head.

"You are nothing but a cow. A cow to give milk and breed. You want nothing in this world, nothing. You only want to eat and breed. You are nothing, nothing of consequence, nothing but a lowly beast that cannot think. Nothing …"

He spent considerably more time on her, working out all the little bends and irregularities in his spell as it permeated and burned through her psyche, reducing it to a little child that cowered in the corner as the world burned around it.

It took awhile, but at one point, Black heart let go of her, as his claw was now digging dangerously deep into her skin, and considered his spell finished, her eyes glassed over and her mind numb. It was time to modify her body. Once again he started with the most important spells first, this time starting with her breasts. Once again invoking all the possible spirits of fertility and plenty, he blessed and enchanted her small little chest with as much magic as he dared, for she was going to be his prize cow. It was going to be a long rest of the night, for her bosom was also still to be enchanted.

Black-heart slumped against the wall of the cave, the last halfling female still hanging on the hook, his magic was worked and exhausted, as was his body. It was always a tiring process, but he had given it his all this time, and so was almost too weak to move them. He did not want to leave them unguarded however, and so struggled to his feet, making his way for the door. As he walked past the table the still sentient halfing male struggled with all his might, rolling onto Black-heart and knocking him to the floor.

The halfing, though, had forgotten who he was fighting, and all it took was a quick whip of the neck and the half dragons maw opened, sending forth small amounts of black gooey dribble. The next thing that happened was the halfling trasheding around, rolling off of the Black-heart, and trying to get the acidic spit off of him.

Black-heart lay there for a solid minute, before once again forcing himself to get up. This time undisturbed he made his way out of the room, closing it behind him, with a weak twist of a stone, thankful for the dwarves craftsmanship which had survived the centuries.

He slid down the stairs, too weak to walk, and landed right at the feet of Hchrokk, who had come to check on him.

"You look tired, here."

The thick arm reached down and grabbed the half-dragons shoulder, lifting him up.

"Slaves alright?"

A quick nod was the only answer given, and the only one needed. and so the two cruel friends made their way through the damp corridors to Black-hearts room.

Hchrokk was left with dealing with the slave and cattle. First things first, he killed the halfling. He had seen too much, and was too much of a hassle to deal with, and instead would become some good meat to feed to the bulls.

He outfitted them with piercings still, bellybuttons and labia pins for the cows, and nose rings and ball-sack bars for the bull. Then he dumped the unadjusted cows into the pen with the other one, and introduced the bull to the others. Hchrokk always loved to watch this, as much sniffing and sizing up was had, the bigger bulls than the halfling immediately feeling confident, but they stepped aside when the slim shifter took interest.

There wasn't even a fight, the werewolf declaring his dominance in silence, but, he did not humiliate the new bull. This signaled to the other bulls, that he was still a threat. Now the fun began, the human breeding bull baring his teeth and hurtling himself toward the smaller newcomer. This soon devolved into an all out brawl between most of the bulls, some fighting for fun, some to rearrange the hierarchy. Only the shifter and the weak human bull did not fight, not needing to too make their position clear.

By the time it was done, the fierce and aggressive nature of the halfling had managed to beat the human and compete with the elf and ork. Hchrokk was pleasantly surprised, not expecting the small humanoid to prove himself so. He was glad he had captured him, and had high hopes for him. Leaving the bulls tired out and satisfied of fighting, he went back to check on.

***

Hchrokk left his friend be, eccentric though he, was he needed him. And he looked forward to his current task, for only last trip had he been able to secure two half-orks to add to the farm, and he could not wait to breed them. He walked past the half-dragons rounded two corners, and stood in the room containing a wooden pen with, two busy half-orks and a sleeping ork. They were all cows, they're udders large, their bodies muscular, and their hormones going ballistic. He closed the door and undressed. As he pulled out his member which was already swelling with anticipation.

The two half-orks were in heat, he could smell their wet sexes, and they had apparently been pleasuring each other, for their mouths were wet. But now they were at the barricade which held them in, as they noticed his musky smell. He loved it, how is simple presence could get their attention. They knew why he was here. They loved that he was here.

He opened the gate and stepped into the pen, both of the bitches jumping up at him, shoving him against the barricade as they went for his quickly hardening hammer.

"Back off" he growled, making his voice as animalistic as possible, something he was sure the two could appreciate and understand.

He was obeyed without question, both dropping back down to all fours. He himself walked over to the corner of the room, and plopped himself down, followed by the two hungry cows. As he sat down, one started running her tongues over his length, using as much spit as she could and slobbering all over it, hard as it was now and angled away from them. The other cow went for a little more musky area, going low for his balls and the base of his shaft, burying her nose in the deep rich smell of animalistic dominance.

Hchrokk really enjoyed being pleasured by the two bitches, who he liked to call 6 and 7 each trying their outmost, and both succeeding wonderfully. But he knew they needed attention as well, and he maneuvered the smaller cow, 6, more towards him as she was already closer. Her wet entrance was now towards him, and he started messing with it, running his fingers over it, dipping them in now and again only to back to circling and rubbing it. But he wanted a little more out of her before he gave her more pleasure.

He had enough of just licking, now Hchrokk wanted more. He grabbed 6s head and forced it down on his tip. She was able to go from there, going down and fitting as much as she could into it. It wasn't much at first, but her relatively slim throat felt good as he started hitting the back of her mouth. And then she started to go down further. Hchrokk was very pleasantly surprised, having expected to force this stage. But now she was willingly stretching her throat and collar, making small gagging noises as her head bobbed up and down. His balls felt exquisite, both of them being gargled in 7s mouth.

7 was however, getting impatient as she had now completely covered them with her spit, and they were literally dripping. She was muscular and bulkier than 6, and so muscled her out of the way, pushing her moist rear into the bulls face. He complied, grabbing her hips and dragging them onto his face, where he started to vigorously eat her out.

6 meanwhile was making it a whole 8 inches down her throat at a time, almost to the thick iron ring of an artificial knot. 6 too, was needy, and started rubbing herself on 7, whose only response was to give in and start fingering her.

Hchrokk was almost in heaven. The sweet smell of a horny and strong half-ork on top of him, along with another one struggling to take his entire length inside of her, was absolutely delicious.

There was one thing missing. His bone was not buried to the hilt inside her mouth. And then he realized why, as his ring was pushed in. She was struggling to fit it in her mouth, but she was trying, doing her best to fit the excessive girth inside her jaw. He grabbed her hair and pulled her off, which make a satisfying slurping noise as she slid off of his lubed dick. He quickly pulled it off, muscling 7 out of the way to do this properly. Then he let them both get back to work, as well as himself. He did not want to get either of them off now, wanting to save that for the inevitable breeding.

And then he felt 6s sharp little nose bury deep into his sweaty pubes, his tip buried in her chest. He was getting close to being able to dump his first load, and he kept her going, her head running along the entire length of dick, and oh it was a good feeling as she reached a thin hand and started squeezing his slick balls.

Then, suddenly, he felt it, his balls twitching in preparation but held back by 6. He wrapped his thick arms around both of his bitches, clutching them to his torso and forcing and keeping 6s head buried in his crotch. He gave his first load to 6, spurting his thick seed down into her stomach, filling it up good as he gave her a decent meal.

It was the cleanest deep throat he had ever had, no single drop was wasted, filling 6s stomach, who was happy, whereas 7 was pretty jealous. She tried to force herself back onto Hchrokks face, but he did not stand for it. He needed to put her in her place, and so he threw her off, getting up, grabbing his ring and sliding it back down on his wet dick.

7 rolled over and tried to get back up, but Hchrokk pinned her to the floor with his own body, folding her legs over and up, rendering her defenseless. His meat was pressed against her stomach, and he could see just how much he would fill her fertile womb up. Her tits were large, but not overly so, meaning that she must have been milked just that morning, knowing how the cows would swell up with milk.

He went back, giving himself space to angle his impregnator, and inserted himself slowly up to the ring, feeling the bitch beneath him struggle and writhe with pleasure as she was impaled. He let her get used too it, but his own instincts were kicking in, and he now wanted nothing more than to fill the bitch underneath him. And so he started, his thrusts slowly and rhythmic as he stood himself up, letting her relax and uncurl beneath him, too impeded by the giant hammer sliding in and out of her to struggle.

It was a very hormonal affair as Hchrokk felt himself give in to his primal side, something which he loved doing. Soon he was roughly slapping his ring and balls against her, everything making wet sounds with the mixed juices of spit and lube. His partner was moaning loudly, but he did not need to hear them to tell him that the bitch wanted more.

He could feel her want through his hands as they rested on her shoulders, and his nostrils were overflowing with scents of lust and horniness. He took one of her legs and folded it against her side, twisting her whole body sideways to give him a new angle of attack. His hands went to her rear, which was round and soft, and he started rubbing his fingers against her other entrance, even though he had no real plans for that side at the moment. He just wanted to fill her up.

And even just thinking about it got him going as he speed up. He felt like a proud male in the wild, ensuring his offspring and legacy. That was enough to get him into the endsprint as he rearranged her once again, putting her in the folded up position where she was completely helpless and where he was free to drive his dick into her womb as much as he wanted. Which is exactly what he did as he violently thrusted his hips back and forth, shaking them both into a breeding frenzy.

And then he felt it well up inside of him, even more so than before, and he put his whole weight into his hips, driving the metal orb deep inside of her, where it was stuck, tying them together as they collapsed in a shivering mass of orgasms and ejaculation.

Hchrokk could feel his own seed pool around his dick as it filled and stretched the womb at whose door he had been knocking, and swarmed around, looking for a egg to fertilize. There was still the issue of the knot. It wasn't as tight as it was yesterday in the ass of Emrah, but it was still lodged in, and Hchrokk basked in the feeling of being inseparably connected to his mate. For they were his, as he functioned as Black-hearts half-ork bull.

Slowly and with effort, Hchrokk removed himself from the worn out number 7, and as soon as he removed his artificial knot, seed started leaking forth, his bountiful flood not having enough space, even though 7s belly was now a little rounded, an absolutely beautiful sight.

He was distracted however, by something in the corner of his eye. It was 6, who was smaller in every way to 7, shorter and leaner, but she was on the floor with her ass raised and spread in the air, begging to be filled up like her pen-mate. This was more than enough motivation for the unsatisfied half-ork, and he virtually threw himself over her, his large frame covering hers and their hips resting against each other, with his thick and messy meat pressed to her stomach from underneath. He simply stood there like that for a good half minute as she ground her sex against his, simply moving her hips while her shoulders were up against the floor.

But soon he wanted more. He started moving with her, smearing all the juices on his dick on her stomach. His hip movements started getting more aggressive, and soon he found himself standing up, and lining up both of their wet sexes. She was small, and already he could imagine himself knotting her, for her cunt was small even in comparison to her frame. He hoped it wouldn't affect her fertility, for he so wanted to breed her too, for while she may not be able to give him the strong sons he desired, she would be able to birth him many beautiful daughters.

The subject of women was always contested in orks and half-orks. Both were split almost evenly between wanting strong and durable women, while others wanted simple beauty and fertity that, while not interfering with strong sons, they could protect and care for. What was unacceptable were women who gave birth too weak sons, but even those were sometimes cared for, but Hchrokk had only heard of these cases, never coming across them himself.

He of course, didn't consider all of this, only focused on impregnating the bitch underneath him as he slowly slid his thick member inside of her, stopping once more at the cruel iron ring at the base.

The smell of sweat was delicious, and he could feel her struggling underneath him with him just inside of her. He pulled back, leaving her empty and wanting, but when he pushed back in her whole body trembled with the sensation. If he ever wanted to hurt a beast, he would bring the venom and fuck her with it, it would be sure to be exquisite.

But he had no time for torture or venoms, for he wanted to breed her, to make her his property. He managed a slowly and intricate rhythm where he slid in and out of her, flexing his whole body slowly to hit different angles on his travels to and from her womb. He felt close to her womb, and knew the knot was going to be painful, and maybe even hit her cervix.

It was going to be delightful, and such thoughts egged him to go a bit faster as he looked down at the struggling figure underneath him. Her hair was long and black, and as he bent down and put his head on top of hers he could see her sharp tusks. He continued his rhythmic thrusting in this new position, putting one of his hands against her hips to secure it in place. While the other forearm was stretched out on the floor in front of them and kept him from crashing down on top of her.

She turned her face toward his head, and he obliged, reaching down so that she could reach him. She nuzzled up to him, almost for protection and comfort from himself. But she was also grinning with lustful delight, and he swore that she wanted this as bad as he did, and he would have been right.

More motivation to speed up, and motivation which he used as he was now vigorously rearranging her insides. He stood himself up and took hold of her hips, moving her body against his own movements, now slamming almost his entire girth into her with unbridled lust, eliciting loud moans that bordered on screams as he drove into her.

Then she went limp, her muscles convulsing in orgasm as any will left her body and she was now no more than a fuckthing for him, a receptacle for his sperm. And so he rushed toward his climax, moving her hips against his as he started too feel it swell up inside him.

And then he set her up and started basically lying on her, using his whole entire weight to knot the small half-ork. She screamed in pain as her hole was widened to ungodly amounts that it was never supposed to attain. But it did and suddenly Hchrokk could feel her heat agains the skin of his crotch as well as his tip go up against resistance, his massive girth now fully inside her.

He still had too unload. And he did. It entered her womb almost directly, swarming and filling everything up, his whole dick once again covered with his own seed.

The screams did not stop for a full five minutes, but then died down to lustful whimpering. He rested like this for a bit, almost crushing his impregnated bitch beneath him, but rolled over and off her, twisting her with him by the knot lodged inside of her. He got up and knelt, fascinated with how he could drag her wit him, causing louder whimpers each time, mixed with moans at the extreme circumstances induced by the thick metal ring.

But there was an issue when he tried to stand up. He made it halfway up, her cunt stretching as she rose with him until he got to a certain height. Then his ring budged. He had had it on tight for almost a year now, and it had not moved a millimeter during that time. Apprehensively, he slowly stood up the rest of the way, and was met with no more issues.

Or almost, because he tried taking a step, and suddenly 6s slight frame slid all the way down, her head crashing into straw and his ring still inside of her, having slid off of his lubed up dick.

That was the end of the fun of the breeding, as Hchrokk struggled to remove his ornament from her orifice, but eventually he did, leaving the two ruined cows by themselves. He would impregnate them tomorrow again, but maybe only knot 7 this time. Unless… he got a better knot. Tucking his unwashed member in his pants, he left to go back to Black-hear.

***

Black-heart had two apprentices, Arauhn and Sisla. They took care of the chores around the farm, and now it was time for the evening milking. Sisla would milk the bulls and Arauhn the cows. They both started with the humans first. Sisla went and took her large buckets of food to the bulls, talking to them all as they came to the gate of their pen. She went to the human breeding bull. He was tall and strong for a human, his muscles enhanced by Black-hearts magic.

She was interested in none-of this however, her focus for now being the huge hairy crotch he possessed. It was musky like all the other bulls, but he was the least musky, the small shifter in the back being the smelliest, his aroma perpetrating the entire room, marking him as alpha. She took ahold of the nose-ring of the bull, making sure her grip was tight, and took him out of the pen, leading him to the stanchion. It was a special stanchion where the bulls were raised rom their crawling position to stand with straight legs, their feed, hands and neck raised and locked in. She got him on it, gave him some food and tied him in place, his hands, feet, and neck being held in place.

Then it was time for the preparation. Sisla procured a small vial with an innocuous clear liquid inside of it. Prepared by Black-heart, her instructions were to apply it all over the balls being milked. She did so with a small brush, carefully dragging the fine tip all over it, watching them contract and his hips buck a little as she started rubbing it in with her hands.

The liquid was cold as her fingers rubbed it in to his warm and mildly hairy balls. She did this with pleasure, her own crotch becoming wet as she handled the bulls big balls. Now she had to wait a bit, let the cream work its way in, and she spent that time kneeling beneath the bull, running her fingers across his muscle-bound stomach and chest, feeling his strong arms and legs, occasionally teasing his massive girth which was slowly growing in twitches.

She waited a bit more, flicking and stroking his dick to a soft-hard state where it hung down, almost touching his knee. But she could now visible see his balls throb, and knew it was time to start milking him properly. Sisla was a bit vain, wearing a small silver chain and black paint on her lips, which she applied especially when she visited the bulls. She took the huge member in her hand, looking at the soft head which had come out of its foreskin, a strong odor accompanying it. She kissed it square on the head, leaving a black mark of her lips on the tip.

Now she had marked him, and she loved to cover their entire genitals with kiss marks. She went to town, turning the hardening dick to smother it with kisses of love. But she needed to go further. Now that the bulls cock was rock-hard, it became a bit hard to manage, but she managed to pull it down to her mouth, putting the tip on her tongue, swishing it around in her mouth.

Her plan was to suck him dry, and she got started, taking him into her mouth as far as she could, her tip touching the back of their mouth before she closed her lips around him. She backed off, satisfied by the black ring she made on her first time taking his dick. Now she was ready to get really started. Clearing her throat, she wrapped her hands around his girth again, and knelt up, taking his wide member in her mouth, and forced it past her throat, driving it down a few more inches before closing her lips around him again, marking her progress once again.

Now she was just hungry, wanting to take in as much as she could of the dick in front of her. She started hungrily sucking him off taking him as deep as she could each time, her painted lips sliding up and down his shaft, leaving streaks and marks of her best attempts yet, it always took a bit, but eventually she was able to nestle her nose in his thick pubic hair, his musk smelling absolutely lovely.

But she had a job to do, and now the bull had been sufficiently aroused, and was getting close to ecajulating. She got out from underneath him and stood behind him, looking at the large swollen tanks. The dick was lubed with her own spit, and she started rubbing it with her hand, moving up and down as she started to work on his balls, leaving her kiss marks all over them as she slobbered over them, giving them all the love and attention she needed.

But there was something that would help with this. The balls were not hanging loosely anymore, instead being drawn up to his crotch, but she was able to pull them down to their original position, and secured them with an iron clasp that was made for this.

Now Sisla put the bucket underneath his tip and started using both her hands to furiously work his member, feeling him start to tremble and rumble, watch his balls try to contract, to pull themselves up, but to no avail. And then she could see his legs shaking, feel the vibration in his member, and then it started coming out.

It always made her wet to see these proud animalistic males be forced to give up their seed, to force them to mercilessly cum in a bucket as thick ropy spurt came down after thick ropy spurt. Soon the small bucket was full, and she removed it, as well as the clasp, the balls relaxing and sagging where they were, small and drained.

Sisla removed the bull from the stanchion and led him out of the room by a rope attached to his nose ring. They made their ways through multiple corridors as the bulls where kept far away from the females, so that they could not smell them and try to get out, but that did not stop them from doing so anyways, and the ork and elf especially always found ways to break free.

Every two days though, after the bulls daily milking session, they were led out of the pen and given a night with their females. She made it into the main room with the human pen and saw Arauhn hard at work, using his own machine to milk two cows at once, while two cows were already back, and one was waiting in the free stanchion.

Sisla led her bull to the pen, his member already hard again upon smelling his bitches, and let him loose, where he immediately dashed over to the also now excited cows. She let those beast get their horny fucks with and made her way back, for she had more bulls to milk.

Arauhn was a man with his wits about him. He was intelligent and creative and this had convinced Black-heart to let him help him in his endevours. He had just finished up milking most of the human cows with his machine, and just put back the last two into the pen with the horny human bull. But there was still one cow left, 5. She was their prize human cow, her tits being massive tanks of milk, dragging on the floor as she crawled along.

He took her by her collar and led her to the stanchion, moving the milking cups out of the way. He never milked with with the machine, her tits were too sore, painfully full from the incredible amounts of milk she produced. Or at least that is the excuse he made, really just wanting to be able to hand milk her. He started rubbing them with his fingers, already watching some precious drops of milk dribble out of her nipples. He quickly moved the bucket underneath them and continued his massage.

But he wanted to satisfy his own needs to, and his own member was ready and willing. He pulled it out of his pants and used it to poke and massage milky tit. He went over to the other side and continued slowly humping her, the milk dribbling out of her overfilled jugs. He was now horny as hell and needed to get off, and he would have fucked her, but that was strictly forbidden, and instead he rubbed himself in-between her modest ass-cheeks. It was a good experience, him never having had sex other than being with one of the slaves once, and it beat his own hand any day.

Then he had an idea. He may not be allowed to fuck them, but a blowjob or mouthfuck wouldn't hurt, right? He made his way to her opposite end and tilted her head up from where it was locked in. He forced her jaw open and thrust his tip inside her, moving his hips back and forth to slide it along her tongue. It did not take long before he started rapidly thrusting his member back and forth, ready to blow, before a better idea struck him.

He unlocked 5s restraints and twisted her on the stanchion so that she was on her side, her massive tits now facing him. Sliding his dick in-between them, he went to town, releasing himself in-between her tits. He knew it was nothing compared to the bulls, but he was still proud at the size of his own load, and he smeared it all over the complacent cows tits. He stood her up again, and began milking in earnest, using his own seed as lube.

Five fingers on each side would go to the top of the breast, then wrap around and make their way down as they slowly applied pressure. This was the way he would milk 5, one tit at a time, squirt after squirt of thick, rich and creamy milk coming out of her nipple. And so he worked her, her tits slowly shrinking as he drained them of milk, filling the bucket underneath to the excess.

Black-heart had recovered enough to walk around, and he decided to head down to see how his apprentices were enjoying there chores. when he arrived, the human cattle was still stuck in a orgy, the bull doing his best to breed his cows. The half-dragons were currently being milked, and Arauhn was doing his chores pants less, not quite unexpected.

"Just in time I see, I may have some energy to enjoy the company of these fine ladies."

Black-heart mentioned, slapping the ass of his favorite, the lesser productive red dragon.

"If you think you're up to the task, then go ahead."

Arauhn was completely fine with his boss seeing him like this, both of them lacking any real form of shame.

Black-heart made his way to the bull pen, knowing what Sisla was up to when he heard loud slurping noises. He rounded the corner, and saw the big ork bull in the contraption, the naked Sisla underneath, her throat stretched and working her way all the way up to his spit soaked crotch.

He looked in the other corner, seeing the different sized buckets filled with cum with satisfaction. It seemed she had been saving the ork for last, as he identified the huge human cum bucket, the sweet smelling small elf one, the cum of the blue half-dragon bull crackling with energy, and the smelly werewolf bulls. Sisla was enjoying it greatly, kiss marks all over his twitching balls as she suddenly slipped off of his dick and pointed it into the bucket, her mouth still connected to it with a spit strand as he started spurting his thick, dark cum into the bucket, almost filling it.

"We having fun?"

"Yes we are, just wish u would let me eat some."

He motioned over to the largest bucket "Don't touch the orks, but you can take some of the humans, he produces enough."

Completely forgetting the still restrained bull, Sisla hurried over to the tub and dunked her hand in it, starting to lick it clean. But she wanted more, dipping her hand back in and now starting to drip it all over her, her tits and stomach already messy from pre-cum.

Black-heart started untying the ork bull, but thought better of it

"Hey Sisla, stop eating cum for a sec would you?"

"Aww, okay" her voice took on the tone of a small child when you take away its candy.

"The ork cow is pregnant, we haven't let the bull in her pen for three days now, can't you smell how pent up he is?"

Sislas eyes were widening with hope as she realized in which direction he was taking this.

"Would you want to take a turn as his cow every now and then?" Black-heart added a tinge of doubt to his voice, although he knew exactly what her answer would be.

"In his pen or here?"

"Here would be nice now, we don't want the other bulls getting excited and wasting any", referring to the human milking bull and the half-dragon, as the rest were off with their cows, having the time of their lives.

Sisla waisted no time, grabbing another handful of cum and taking it with her. She smeared it all over the tip of the bull and the rest over her wet entrance. She untied his feet and started rubbing herself over his length, enjoying the massive girth split her cheeks as she pushed up against it.

The bull was getting excited too, and started moving his hips against her, but she knew he wanted more. She couldn't take it anymore and took ahold of his shaft, angling it up to her slit and started pushing.

He was massive, and it felt as if she was being split open, his wide head pushing deep into her. He felt endlessly long as she cowered against the floor the bulls hips now doing the work as he lowered himself down on her as much as he could, his arms and neck restrained. He pulled out, too uncomfortable and unable to reach her as well as he wanted.

Sisla looked around, feeling empty without the massive girth inside of her, not seeing black heart. Tentatively, she stood up, feeling her wet apex smear across her thighs. She slowly unlocked the bull, watching him stay till, until she unhook his neck.

Suddenly he was out in a flash, pinning Sisla against the wall, his wet meat pressed against her arched back as she tried to wiggle her butt against him. He was strong and tall, towering above her, his musk filling her nostrils as she felt his hot breath against the nape of her neck. She felt powerless, dominated, and loved it, loved how the impatient bull was already searching for her entrance with his member. He had given her room to breathe, and she used it to spread her cheeks, baring her wet slit for him, which he quickly found, his massive tip once more standing at her gates.

Sisla felt insignificantly small as she felt both of the orks heads, his chin over her head while he started to push into her. It was even better the second time, and Sisla moaned her lust out as he made his way to her womb, inch by inch. Is torso was against her back now, her breasts squashed against the wall. Nothing stopped, the pain and pleasure of the splitting feeling, nor her moans escaping her squished cheek which she was sure perpetrated the entire compound by now.

Then she felt two things at once. One was the tickling of his crotch hair against her rear and thighs, accompanied but the wet feeling of his balls nestled against her thighs as he bottomed out. The other was her cervix being pressed, pain rocking her body, preceding the immense pleasure as something that shouldn't be so deep in her got settled into place.

Sisla started to slowly loose it. She was being torn apart as the strong ork thrust inside of her, crushing her body against the cold stones. He was in complete control, her body was speared on his giant meat, her feet of the ground as her weight drove her further and further onto the cruel dick.

And so she was fucked, the ork standing up behind her and enjoying her squirming on his dick. He never slowed down, only speeding up, his huge muscles being met with no resistance from his victim. His primal instincts were taking over, only the overwhelming desire of wanting to fill the form in front of him with his thick cum remained. Soon he was getting close, and he could feel her start to convulse and tighten up as her own orgasm shook her body.

The bull grabbed her by the shoulders and fell to the floor with her, holding her by her hips over him and slamming her down onto his pelvis, her startled moans carrying no sentience with them as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

And so Sisla milked her favorite bull for the second time that day, him spurting his thick seed into here innermost. He held her like that, his tip pressing against her cervix while her belly started to swell a bit, until he slowly stopped, and rolled over onto his side. He slide out of her, and slid her in-between him and his wet dick, where she started to clean his dripping wet and soft-hard dick off. His seed in her meanwhile, was starting to run out of her, down her thighs, and pool between them. The ork wrapped his slightly sweaty arms around here, content at having a new bitch, and started to take a nap, trapping her where she was.

Away from the loudness of all this depravity, Black-heart was leading the half-dragons back to their pen. Then he had an idea. He took the newest and most promising halfling, and put her in a special pen. Then he got one of the smaller elven cows, and put her in with the halfing.

He had a special bull in mind. Their shifter had no cows of his own, but this did not stop him from being at the top of the pack. He would get sexually frustrated every now and then, and sometimes they gave him an unobedient slave, sometimes one of the other cows.

But this was the first time that Black-heart actually wanted to breed him. He knew from previous experiences that a shifter could father a shifter with a regular mother, but that example was limited to humans. He was curious about some of the other races, but did not want to use the half-orks or halflings yet. The elves and half-dragons were fair game right now though, and so he went to get the Werewolf bull.

He walked into the room of the bulls and saw the orks hulk cowered around Sisla. Black-heart was not exactly pleased.

"You should really not have let him out of those restraints."

A weak and apologetic smile was all he got.

"You are doing these chores with a mouth clamp tomorrow, only hands for you."

The sorrow and grief was visible in her face, one of her joys taking away, but she didn't complain, knowing she had gotten off easy.

Black-heart grabbed the ork by his nose ring and yanked him too his feet, not meeting any resistance. He put him back in the pen and grabbed the shifter by his ring, quickly attaching a leash to it.

"Don't get dressed yet, just clean up and be ready for when I come back."

With this he left Sisla to clean the mess on the floor, and made his way back to the waiting halfing and elf.

The two cows were apprehensive of the werewolf, eyeing him suspiciously as he smelled them, poking his nose in-between their legs, the sniffing their faces. It did not take long however before he pinned down the slender elf and started humping her , his red meat emerging from his sheath. Black-heart was pleased with how soon he seemed to get started, but knew that the bull liked to take his time. He would make sure he would get settled in, and then maybe leave.

Meanwhile the shifter had switched to the other side, shoving his growing member into her mouth and throat while he pinned down her back. the elf was completely powerless, simply taking the mouth fucking as she saw the knot grow to concerning size. Black-heart wanted to test the limits of his small cows, to see if some of the durability enchantments would work, and he wanted to see if the cross-breeds, which were expected to be smaller, would inherit their fathers impressive strength. He was now confident that the bull would do his job, and started making his way back to Sisla.

The bull was indeed ready to do his job, impatient and eager as he was satisfied with the mouth of the elf, now wanting to bury his knot deep inside her slender and curvy frame. He was no longer pinning the elf, who stayed there in submission, and stared rubbing his member in-between her cheeks. He moved it down to her slit, and slowly entered it. Quickly he could feel her tense up as he moved in further and further. The elf bulls dick was not little, but it could not compare to the werewolf's.

And then, he was in up to the knot. It already felt really good with most of his length inside of her,. Digging his fingers into her soft ass for purchase, he started thrusting, slowly and sensually, letting her feel how he stretched her insides, feeling her tense up and relax with him as he slid in and out of her, almost completely removing himself from her each time. He got faster and faster, grabbing the elf's hair and pulling it back, causing her to arch her back.

He rode her good and hard for a while, but then he let go of her hair, wanting to switch up the position. Grabbing her legs, he twisted her around on his dick, and started going again, this time grabbing her titles, licking them, pinching them, and sucking on them as he continued to fuck her with strong, hard thrusts. But he was getting close as he could feel his knot getting painfully hard, wanting to bury itself in her womb and fill her up.

But not just yet. He had to wait a little more as he grabbed her hips for support and went ballistic, moving her against his own movements, slapping up against his not, but not over it. Not quite yet.

But at that moment, when he was exerting all of his energy to fuck the cow in front of him as best he could, he could start to feel his balls tingle, and feel it well up inside of him. It was time.

And so he lifted her hips up off the ground to face him, and put all of his weight into pushing down and against her, hearing her scream as she was stretched against his wide knot, slowly but surely forcing its way inside of her. Past the widest part with loud screams, and suddenly, he was pulled in.

Now they were connected, the bulls balls rubbing up against her body, pressed together and stuck. In this position he came, spurting wave after wave into her womb. His balls sucked up against his body, slide against her wet apex. He shivered as he came, muscles contracting, as her belly started to swell up, her thin frame being pumped full of his cum. It was pooling around his dick, running down to his knot, but was unable to get past.

He rested a bit, relishing in the feeling of connectedness he had, listening to her heavy breathing as she struggled with the feeling of him locked inside of her. He ran his finger over her lower stomach, feeling the visible outline of his dick, and up to her slightly swollen womb which he had pumped full.

Now came one of his favorite parts. He stemmed his hands agains her hips, barely being able to fit them in-between himself and his breeding bitch. And he pulled. Pulled hard, pulling against the screams as her womb was stretched. Screamed as she practically gave birth, the pain of extruding such a huge knot going through her mind. It came out easier than it went in, coming out with a plop and a spurt of cum as her womb was allowed to decompress and eject some of the extra sperm.

And so the bull sat there, gazing at his ruined bitch, until he felt the touch of a small arm on his shoulder. It was the halfling cow, horny as hell, and she grabbed his hand and pulled, her wetness hanging heavy in the air.

The shifter obliged eagerly, pouncing on the short humanoid, his dick still wet, hard, and dripping with cum. Her threw her on her back and laid his meat on her stomach, letting her realize how much he was going to destroy her.

Now if Black-heart had been here, he would have been able to notice something interesting. He thought he had been able to lay an enchantment on the shifter to prevent the transformation unless directly exposed to a full moon. He had tested this during breeding sessions, with no transformation happening. What he had not realized however, was that tonight was a full moon.

And while this alone would not have the power to cause the worrisome transformation, there was the added factor of the werewolf being in the middle of an animalistic breeding session. These factors were enough, and while there was no complete transformation as of now, there were definite signs.

For while the bull towered over his soon to be breed halfling bitch, he had grown tall, his limbs and torso now rippled with muscles, and dark, gray, fur now covered his back and limbs. His hairy crotch had changed color, going from a dark black to a dark gray, and his balls had swollen up, egged on by the power of the unseen moon.

It was this monster that with one hand pinned down the halting, and with the other, started to drive its thick member inside of the tiny body.

The tip was warm and pulsing as it penetrated her, and un intimidating by itself. What followed was scary, feeling the quickly widening dick start to split her apart. It was a unique feeling, a quivering and wet hunk of meat being slid into your abdomen to absolutely destroy you, but it was a feeling she relished.

It got painful quickly, and she clung onto his hairy and muscular arm as his hand covered her throat. Her legs wrapped around his balls, egging him on while giving her something to concentrate on other than the growing pain as a meaty shaft the size of her leg was working its way towards her womb.

Now she was moaning loudly, her legs rubbing up against the giant wet knot as the slowly entering dick had finally reached its maximum width. It took a bit more, but soon she could feel the giant growth snuggle up agains her apex, and she took a small breather. He had now sheathed his dick inside her up to his knot, but what came next, really counted.

The bull was eager to get going, and pulled back, hearing her gasp as he vacated most of her cunt, only to slam himself back into her, slapping his knot against her thighs. Now the game was on, and both soon lost themselves in a whirlpool of lust, the halfling being pretty much tore apart by the huge werewolf dick.

They had gone for a good bit when the shifter got tired of this position, wanting to better be able to plow his small cow. He twisted her on his dick so that she was on the floor with her stomach, but it wasn't quite what he was looking for. He maneuvered her around underneath him, so that she was bent over with her shoulders on the floor and her hips held up by his dick, allowing him to slam down and squash her, threatening to break her spine.

The bitch did not struggle, accepting her fate as she was thrust in vertically from above, the meat being outlined on her stomach, while her shoulders and back were abused. She was getting close to her first orgasm, but forced herself to relax, wanting to wait until he knotted her, which she was hoping was soon.

The bull was getting more excited too, and was getting ready. His pace was now made up of earth shattering thrusts, his lust and animalistic wants and urges unbridled and unfettered. And then he felt that feeling again.

That hair-straightening, skin-tingling, ball-twitching feeling, of his rich seed well up and get ready to march out. And so he grabbed ahold of the halfling, and pulled himself almost all the way out, only to slam her back down again, her fat ass stretching to unbelievable degrees, its smooth but huge surface forcing its way into, her wet juices running in small rivulets down them and into his hairy crotch.

She was screaming and moaning in pain and pleasure, the toxic cocktail poising her mind and sweeping any other sensation out, only replacing it with the feeling of hopelessness and pleasure of being claimed.

And he was in. It slid inside less smoothly, his tip forcing its way past her cervix and into her womb. It was now spurting his thick seed, her stomach swelling and bulging with cum as her ovaries were swarmed and her womb was stretched. She felt ecstatic, the feeling of pain washed over with relief and the horniness that followed being bred and made into a bitch.

It took a bit for both partners to calm down as they lay on the floor, but the still huge and hairy frame of the werewolf lay with the bumpy stomach of the bred halfling attached to his crotch. He slowly got up, letting the short bitch slide between his legs as he dragged her behind him on the floor, causing her to moan loudly with the pleasure of being stretched to unreasonable degrees. He settled back down with the elf cow, wrapping his arms around her while he drug the halfling into the puddle of cum that was oozing out of the elf's ruined hole.

It was to this that Black-heart returned, having had his own urges satisfied with Sisla. He did not know what to do about the halfling issue, but hoped it would resolve itself by the morning, and so decided to leave both the cows and the bull in the pen for the night.