Chapter 2 - An Amazoness Falls

Contains: Mature, rough sex, mind-break, anal, older woman/younger male
Note: Yes, I am aware that the order I've written that the riders show up is wrong, just accept it 
 



Glrrrrrrcckkk! Glrrrrccchh! Glaaaaarcckk!

Atreus Black let out a long sigh of contentment, as he laid back and watching the gorgeous form of Fonda Fontaine throat herself on his cock. It was just what he needed, life on Duel Academy had become a little more stressful recently, and no matter how much he fucked the brains out of Alexis or Fonda or the rest of the women that fawned over him, no matter how often he drained his balls in them, he could still feel himself getting restless, an energy thrumming through his veins everywhere he went. 
  
It had started a month ago, when Chancellor Sheppard had called him and a few other students to his office. From there, he explained about the secret behind the location of Duel Academy, that it was built upon this island in order to guard three incredibly powerful cards, cards nearly as powerful as the Egyptian God Cards themselves. Now, Atreus didn't know if he believed in the mystical power of the cards as he knew some people did, but, he trusted his father, and his dad said that he had encountered some of the more... supernatural phenomena surrounding duel cards on Duellist Kingdom and the Battle City Tournament. Additionally, he was well aware what some people would do in order to get their hands on such powerful cards – what lengths they would go to.

Whilst everyone was mulling over the revelations Chancellor Sheppard had divulged, it was then he told them all why he had called them there in particular. Just as he had thought, there were a group of people, of duellists after the cards, called the Shadow Riders. The Chancellor told them that each of them would take possession of a special key, a spirit key, that was linked to something he called the Spirit Gate, wherein the cards resided. Apparently, the only way to open this gate was to win each key through a duel – hence why he had called each of them in the room, the top duellists in the academy, for them to protect the keys. 

It had only taken a few days before the first Shadow Rider had appeared. A masked man, calling himself Nightshroud, who kidnapped the others, including Alexis, in order to force them into duelling. He even demanded that this duel took place over an active volcano, something that lead to Atreus almost losing him composure and gaping in pure shock – he had internally questioned right there and then just how intelligent this group was, if they were willing to fight over lava. 
   
The Rider had challenged that Slifer brat, Jaden, to duel. He was, admittedly, a skilled duellist but he was bloody annoying, always trying to pester Alexis, sometimes almost interrupting the times when he was fucking her brains out. The duel also annoyed him; Nightshroud used his signature card, the Red Eyes Black Dragon. It had been a shock when the duel eventually ended in Jaden's win, and the mask was knocked off to reveal that it was Alexis's missing brother, Atticus. 
  
Since then, there had been a few other Riders appear, one called Abidos, another called Don Zaloog, and one even challenged him – calling himself Titan. Atreus beat him soundly, just as the others had been, and Atreus again, had begun really questioning the intelligence of these Riders. 

Glllrrcccckkk! Gllllaaaaccckkk! Gllllrrccchhhh! 

“Fuck, that's nice,” Atreus breathed out, closing his eyes as Fonda continued to bob up and down, utterly lathering his cock in her drool as sucked and gargled, her fingers playing with her pussy as Jasmine and Mindy ate each other out behind her on the bed, each of them dressed in similar clothing – that is to say, wearing nothing but black chokers, each inlaid with the depiction of a dragon, wrapped around their necks, as a visible sign of their submission to him. 

'Maybe one day I'll do what dad did and get them tattoo's and piercings. That'd be interesting-' Atreus's depraved thoughts were cut off by the sound of an alarm. 

BEEEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEEEP!

Atreus grunted as his communicator buzzed with a message. He grabbed it, checking the message, seeing that it was from Alexis.

>Another Rider. Help. Need you. Forest.

Atreus growled. He was relishing in Fonda's lewd, sloppy, worshipful blowjob, and he could feel his balls churning; he didn't want anything to interrupt that... but, Alexis was his. And he was possessive of what was his, he took care of what belonged to him. 

He stood up, a wet schlloorrp ringing out around the room as he dislodged his thick slab of meat from Fonda's throat, a whimpering, whorish mewl leaving the full lips of his slutty teacher. His cock pulsed, seemingly in beat with his anger as he started to put some loose clothes on – just a shirt and shorts, before grabbing his deck and duel disk.

“Going to get Alexis,” Atreus grunted, receiving a vague acknowledgement in return, and when he looked at the women, he smirked at the sight – Jasmine and Mindy had rushed over to Fonda and dove into her pussy, manoeuvring each other around so they were in a daisy chain, happily eating each other out. 

It took some time, but he eventually made his way to the forest at the edges of the academy that led into the unexplored areas of the island, noticing that Alexis was standing at the edge, looking nervous, but relaxing immediately upon seeing him, visibly biting her lip as her eyes swam with lust when she inhaled his scent, before somewhat gaining control of herself, even though Atreus noted her nipples straining against the tight shirt she was wearing. 

“There have been odd rumours about a woman in the forest,” Alexis began, her hands trailing over Atreus's body above his shirt. “Bastion went to check it out, and upon returning, he had no spirit key, but was embarrassed and wouldn't talk about it. I convinced the others to let you handle it.” 
 
Atreus chuckled, his silver-grey eyes glinting. “I will. I will keep my communicator on me,” he spoke, before his voice turned stern and authoritative. “Now go back, the others want their cyber-slut to play with.” 

Alexis flushed, before nodding, smashing her lips against his, eagerly submitting to his questing tongue, before pulling away, breathing heavily, and walking off.

Atreus watched her swaying hips for a bit, before he entered the forest. Time passed as he explored the greenery, seeing some wildlife he hadn't even realised lived on the island. For a moment, he imagined this was what it was like for his father on Duellist Island – just himself and nature. Of course, that was before dad met his bimbo of a mother. 

It had been a while, but Atreus started to smell something... odd. He noticed that the scenery had changed ever so slightly, the path becoming slightly more trodden, but his vision was becoming increasingly more hazy. He started to fall over, but not before he heard a low, almost sultry, throaty chuckle, and the feel of firm hands grabbing him as he passes out.

/-/-/-/-/  

Atreus grunted as he returned to the wakefulness. He looked around the room he was being kept in. It was an odd room; it seemed more like an incredibly massive tent, yet incredibly well furnished, with a rug carpet on the floor, a full length mirror propped up against the sides, a small wardrobe and to Atreus's incredulity, a variety of weapons stacked together in a make shift armoury – he could see swords, axes, maces, spears and more. 

He could see his duel disk and deck laying atop the table, next to the wardrobe, and went to get up to go and grab them, but upon trying to move his arms, he stopped, after finding that he couldn't move them. He looked to the side, and saw that they were tied to the bed he was on, ropes wrapped around his wrists. After he tested the knots a few times, he could tell they weren't as good as whoever tied them thought they were, and he knew he could break out of them, but he decided to wait and see what was happening – after all, he assumed that this was the work of the Shadow Rider, and wanted to see what they'd say.  

It was then that the entrance to the massive tent opened, and in walked the Shadow Rider, and Atreus quickly shut his eyes to feign unconsciousness still, just incase.

“I know you're awake.” The voice was feminine and husky, alluring with its rasp. 

Atreus opened his eyes once more, an eyebrow raising nonchalantly at the sight before him; she was an incredibly sexy, olive-skinned woman. Her face was angular and sharp, with intense blue-green eyes, a small, pert nose and full lips. Her hair was a dark, plum-red that was pulled back into a high ponytail, and with her hair styled in such a way it helped draw attention to the scars on her face – two claw-like scars that ran across her right eye, which gave her a dangerous appeal. 
    
Aside from that, however, what drew Atreus's immediate gaze was her broad-shouldered, powerfully built physique; her arms were visibly muscular, her biceps bulging with every casual flex. Barely constrained by the tight, light blue tank top she wore, were an incredibly large pair of tits that strained for release with every breath the Rider was taking – with muscles like hers, it didn't seem possible for her to have such copious titflesh. Similarly, through trousers that all but clung to her skin, Atreus could also see that her legs were similarly toned, flaring out from an impossibly small waist. 

“See something you like?” The woman purred, raising a smug eyebrow. 

“I do.” Atreus grunted in response. 

“Heh. Bold. I like it.” She grinned, a wild, feral thing that pulled at her scars.

Atreus merely inclined his head ever so slightly, expression still placid even as his eyes continued to roam her body, something she noted as her eyes gleamed, licking her lips.

“The name's Tania,” the gorgeous woman began, running a hand casually over her face, causing Atreus to take note of the golden bracelets she wore on both wrists. “As you might have guessed, I'm a Shadow Rider. But,” she continued, wolfish grin widening, “I'm also an Amazon. I have a duty to my tribe to find strong males and... test them. This island... I was expecting more, there's so many weak males here.”

Atreus's eyebrow rose, his mind flashing to Bastion, walking from this place, missing cards and shamefaced, refusing to speak.

Not noticing his expression, she continued, her voice still husky. “But you, Atreus Black... you're something else. I can practically smell the virility on you - you'll be a fine prize for the tribe.”

Atreus narrowed his eyes, his lips curling into a sneer. “I thought you Shadow Riders were all about duels.” He asked, trying to goad her into revealing more information.

Tania laughed throatily. “No, no. I don't need to duel you, not when I know I'll win. Males like you are good for one thing only, and that's how I'll duel you into submission.”

Atreus's eyes narrowed once more, but he didn't reply to her statement, something that only made another throaty chuckle tear its way free from her lips. With one casual swipe, she tore the tight shirt she was wearing free, revealing her ridiculously fit body to Atreus's intense gaze. Her full, perky tits bounced from the motion, her pink nipples rock-hard, and although those swaying orbs caught Atreus's eyes, he was also focussed on the incredibly defined six-pack that her abdominal muscles displayed. All of the women he had fucked were fit and healthy, but Tania, well, he could definitely imagine that she was an amazon from her physique alone; it was like her body was carved from marble, a lean, trim, hard athleticism that somehow blended effortlessly with the paradoxical curves she possessed.   

It was a shame he was going to have to break that pride of hers by winning this... duel. 

“Like what you see?” She purred, standing tall and proud, the very personification of the Amazoness Queen. 

“I do.” Atreus responded; he wasn't one to back down, and it was something that Tania seemed to appreciate, a simultaneously amused and lustful look flickering in her eyes.

“Goooood.” She laughed, as her hands gripped the loose trousers he was wearing and yanked them down in one powerful motion.  
  
“Fuckin' shit!” Tania exclaimed, sounding darkly pleased. 

“I could just tell you were packing a big fat cock, but this is something else! It's as big as an Amazoness spear!” 
 
Tania reached down with one hand, clasping around the mighty spear of meat, and began wanking Atreus off with firm, almost angry strokes. If she had been feeling at all hesitant about the sheer size of Atreus's womb-wrecker, she didn't show it at all, simply marvelling at the sight, knowing she chose the right male for her purposes. She had to pump her arm up and down the entire length with great force, making full use of her muscles as she squeezed with a white-knuckled grip, simply amazed at how hard this fat, girthy cock felt against in her hand.   

“Such a wonderful, virile dick!” She crowed ebulliently, hands experienced in handling great lengths of steel rolling up and down the vascular pole, twisting every so often in cork-screw like motions, her hot breath wafting over the twitching appendage. 

The beautiful, fierce Amazoness eventually had enough of wanking his giant fuckstick, of watching the flesh roll between her hands, of feeling the way it pulsed in her calloused hands. She looked at Atreus, still laying there, hands still tied to the bed, his silver-grey eyes burning with a dragon's fire, all but yearning- demanding, to be released. 

Tania did nothing but grin, a wicked, feral thing, her hands still gripping his cock, stroking instead with minute, slow, firm ministrations as she leant forwards, her lips pressing against the flanks, moving up and down the shaft in long, teasing yet controlled motions. She came back to the tip, her lips opening as she dove down, engulfing his prick in her warm, wet mouth.          
    
As it went further into the damp cavern of her mouth, Tania's tongue flipped up and surrounded the throbbing crown, coiling around the flared tip and stroking it with shocking deftness. It was like she was controlling the movement of Atreus’s dick with her tongue alone, and the sucking motions made Atreus groan in gratification. Tania’s lips went tight around his fat meat as she bobbed her head, pulling up and down on the thick obelisk, stroking the aching meat with her mouth and tongue. At the same time her hands kept firmly stroking the base of his shaft, her bracelets clanked against each other as she moved, the cold metal sometimes brushing against Atreus's skin.         

 Tania pulled back, an audible pop ringing out as the suction her lips had created was suddenly removed, before she immediately ran her tongue down the underside of the vascular cock, moving from bottom to top in a full lick. Her tongue flattened out so that the flat of it was able to caress the entire girth at once, her hands continuing to work the slick shaft. Atreus groaned again, the sound deep and rumbling as he was subject to Tania’s slow, firm ministrations; the Amazoness clearly knew what she wanted to do and how to work his cock, and did so with gusto, continually teasing him, working him up and over, doing her best to drive him to want, and to submit to her.   
 
 Another full lick was delivered to his heaving flank, and Tania’s tongue curled near the end and she traced patterns into the stiff flesh with the tip of it. She weaved a sloppy web up to his tip, before lashing over it, then diving down, throating herself on the cock with apparent ease. Atreus jerked his hips involuntarily, the feeling of her wet, warm gullet sending pleasant vibrations along his turgid meat, and instinctively tried to pump his hips again but Tania’s hands clamped down around his prick and squeezed him to prevent movement.     
 
Glllrrrccckkk! Glllrcccchhh! Gllllaarrcckkk! 
 
Tania's neck curved and bulged, as she gagged and gargled, her tongue lapping and twirling and licking, one hand still gripping the base of his hilt whilst the other dipped down, fondling and played with his balls. Despite this, despite the way she was throating his cock, despite the way her eyes were watering and she was choking, she was still in control, her motions still firm... but the sheer musk that wafted off his virile fuckstick was continually ensnaring her senses, and just the taste of his dick as she sucked and swallowed was making her pussy drip with her nectar.        

“Mmmmphh, mmmhh!” Tania groaned, lewd, sloppy noises escaping her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she swallowed Atreus's cock, utterly coating it in her drool, yet she kept going, doing her best to ignore the growing wetness in her pussy, to ignore the heat rushing through her as she swallowed his great spear of meat.            

The gorgeous Amazoness continued to greedily take inch after inch, indulging in the sensations she was feeling just from sucking this young man's cock. Her head sunk all the way down, gagging wildly as she did so, drool spilling out from her stretched lips, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled his musk, the scent going straight to her brain. 

The older woman's tongue lapped at the vascular meat, her olive skin glistening with sweat as she exerted herself. One hand came down and squeezed into her full breasts, the titflesh puffing out around her fingers as she kneaded away, causing her to moan around the shaft, vibrating the entire length in her throat. It was an incredibly sordid sight, and Atreus groaned at the view; he longed to grab her head and control the pace, but he knew to keep up the illusion that he was restrained. 

The longer Tania sucked, her mind started to scream at her as her actions became more worshipful - if this kept up she was in danger of losing control, brief images of becoming a dick-drunk slut flittering through her mind. She knew she had to hold onto the initiative, onto the control she had, and so she pulled back, a wet gluurrrk ringing out as his colossal member was dislodged from her throat, utterly slick with drool, and she stood up, doing her best to dispel the somewhat submissive thoughts that had flickered through her mind whilst she was wanking and sucking his cock.   
 
A smirk etched across her lips, even though it was somewhat ruined by her flushed face. “Impressive. Most men would have long given in and cum. It seems I chose well.”  
 
Atreus merely shrugged lackadaisically, his lips curved into a small smirk. “It wasn't the worst blowjob I've ever had, but definitely not the best.” 
 
His arrogant, casual response set a fire roaring through her veins; he was challenging her pride as an amazon. Tania looked down upon Atreus, her eyes narrowed at him, at the nonchalant arrogance he possessed despite being tied up, his cock lathered in her drool.  
   
“You think just because you have a large cock, that it means you're in control, boy?” She mocked, removing the trousers she was wearing, revealing her lower half, just as taut and lithe as her upper, along with displaying her pristine, visibly wet pussy, a small patch of hair above it. 

“Let me show you,” she began, moving towards him. “Just how wrong you are.”

Yet even as she stood there, towering above him, his wrists still bound to the bed frame, his eyes visibly roaming over her cut, muscular body and large, plump mounds, she hesitated. Only the flared tip of his wrist-thick dick was pressing against her pussy lips, and it seemed to radiate heat against her cunt. To lower herself down further... some part of her screamed that she was about to cross a precipice that she wouldn't return from. But his arrogance, his assuredness... it was irritating her. He shouldn't be so confident, especially not in this position.    
 
'Bah! He's nothing special, just a young man!' Tania thought to herself, nodding affirmatively.

Tania kicked his legs to the side, moving him into the position that made it easier for her to control, and now, in that dominant position, she was about to slowly lower herself down further when a thought struck her. 'Why am I going slow? I can handle it!' and so, with a victorious laugh, her eyes blazing with fire, she dropped down in one smooth motion, utterly impaling herself on Atreus's phallic pillar.   

Tania immediately regretted that, lips opening wide in a soundless scream that quickly transitioned into a great howl of pained pleasure as as her cunt was torn open, spittle flying free whilst her eyes crossing briefly as the barrage of sensations suddenly filling her body overwhelmed her for a few scant moments.     
   
“Hmph. Your pussy is acceptable, I guess.” He spoke, nonchalantly, eyes closing as he felt the snug, wet embrace ripple around his shaft. 

Tania growled through gritted teeth at this- this impudent whelp, even as she also groaned heatedly, her wet, velvety tunnel being torn open with each downward descent. He had no control in this situation, yet he was still acting as if he was the one who held the power – never mind how good his dick felt, stretching out her tight quim. Her hips gyrated, grinding the vascular meat within her snug, wet embrace, the slow movement drawing small moans out of her as she happily indulged in the sensations. 

Tania looked down as she heard him groan, gratification flittering across his visage, and she smirked almost victoriously. “Hah, I bet you, hnngggh, have never felt a pussy as good as mine before, haah, have you?”

Atreus didn't reply, simply looking at her, his eyes burning with a potent intensity that made her shiver. She stopped grinding upon him, and grabbed his legs, pushing them up and around her waist into the position named for her people – the Amazon. Now, with an ever greater control, she started to ride him, tremendous moans spilling from her lips as she rose up and down in great arcs of motion. Great skin-clapping smacks thundered around the room, her firm, full breasts clapping with each bounce as she rode him with a single-minded need, her quim rippling around his turgid shaft, desperately trying to ignore the burgeoning swells of pleasure coursing through her.  
  
Atreus watched cooly as the supple swell of her muscles flexed and rippled, contrasting nicely against the generous curves she possessed. There was a smug air around him as Tania bounced up and down upon his pillar, riding him for all she was worth. Even though she was on top of him, in a position that should indicate that Tania was in control, he simply watched her fuck herself into a gooey, blissful mess, admiring the way her cut physique, one borne from years of brutal training, rippled with each impact. A few groans of contentment escaped the younger man; her pussy felt so tight wrapped around his cock. 

The longer she rode his turgid fuckmeat, the less in control she felt. A desperate fire was brewing within her, demanding that she embrace the crazed desires slowly building in her mind - that she was meant to please his cock, that she was meant to be in Atreus's control; as time passed, the happier she was to do so. The pleasure that it sent through her was numbingly intense, each up and down motion making her feel like her brain was rattling around her skull, and her loud, wild moans turned more and more into whimpering mewls, unbecoming of such a fierce Amazoness, with each drop, each smack, and each intoxicating descent.    

“Yes,” Tania moaned out with feverish glee, “yes, yes ❤~”

Enthusiastic moans spilled from her lips, her hands coming up and sinking into her buxom breasts, squeezing the immense pair whilst she rocked up and down, her hips working back and forth as her sopping depths were stretched out with each descent.

Atreus's legs fell down from her hips, the young man simply stretching them out as he groaned heatedly, the warm, wet depths clinging to his cock and sending waves of pleasure through it. Tania's hands slammed onto his chest for stability, her pace increasing as she impaled herself, her tits nearly smacking her face as she bounced, but she did not stop - not for a single second. She continued to happily throw herself down time and time again, taking the big, hard length into her tight snatch with force, reaming herself out and enjoying the pleasure that came with it. She was a flush-faced, drooling mess as she threw herself upon it, and she happily did so just to chase more of the pleasure. She didn’t mind the bouncing of her breasts, the way that they slapped against one another so frantically, and simply provided a show for Atreus to feast his eyes upon – though some part of her mind was still trying to justify these actions as something else.

And she kept on going, dropping down with skin-clapping force, riding the young dragon wielder’s powerful, meaty cock without hesitation, great, lewd, wet slaps ringing out with each descent. Instead of the fierce Amazoness she was, she felt like a weak, soft girl in his hands trying to maintain control, as if she were the Mystical Elf trying to stand up against the overwhelming power of Obelisk the Tormentor.  

Tania wasn't sure how to handle the brazen pressure as she started to succumb more and more to his cock, rather than conquering it as she intended too. She trembled in euphoria, rapid-fire bursts of pleasure assaulting her mind in constant steams, as if she was being struck by lightning repeatedly, and before long-

“FUCKKKKK❤!” The Amazoness howled as she came, a tremendous orgasm ripping through her body, her cunt clenching furiously around his shaft as she convulsed, rhapsodical moans tearing free from her lips as her nerves were lit with bliss.      

Tania slumped forward onto Atreus, breathing heavily, his cock still lodged in her petals, trying to regain some equilibrium, but not truly succeeding. Some part of her lizard hind-brain noted that he still hadn't cum, which stung the remnants of her pride, causing her to speak up. 

“Haaaa, bet you liked that didn't you, bet youuUUUUUU!~” Tania's attempt at regaining some small measure of control after her monstrous orgasm was quickly cut off, as with one strong pull, Atreus snapped the ropes that were tying his wrists to the bed and moved. He leant forward and picked her up from the position she had collapsed into on top of him, twisting her around even whilst he was still buried within her wet depths, the feel of being turned over whilst he was still inside her making Tania cum again in quick succession, a mewling whine spilling from her lips as pleasure shot through her like lightning.
 
“My turn.” The young man growled.

He manoeuvred her body, wrapping his arms under the back of her knees, holding them high up in the air, her toes pointing upwards, pulling his dick all the way out and then positioning it between her tight arse-cheeks, right at her puckered star, before, without any warning, he dropped her down with force, slamming his fuckmeat deep inside her tight arse. 

Tania choked on air, spit flying out of her lips as her sphincter was rapidly stretched. A howling roar tore itself free from her lips, one more that seemed more akin to the roar of her pet tiger, as the sheer, overwhelming sensation of her anal walls being utterly re-arranged caused an explosion of her juices to squirt out of her cum filled cunt, unexpected pleasure gripping her mind as tight as the clawed grasp of The Winged Dragon of Ra. 

He drove up, harshly, pounding into her arse in a standing full nelson, gouging her guts out with every balls-deep thrust. Atreus was savage, using her body, chasing the pleasures she offered without care for her, bouncing her up and down on his cock as he pummelled into her arse. One of his hands squeezed her tits, pinching her nipples hard, and the rough treatment of her two orbs only made her squeal more. 

“Ooooooh-waaaaaahh!” Tania shrieked, her voice a high-pitch squeal in comparison to the throaty gravel she normally possessed. She was already growing to accept the life as Atreus's cock-holster, and she wantonly indulged in the euphoria of something so potent, its frenzy coming on stranger and bringing with it something overwhelming in its depths of chaos as she was mounted on his cock, over and over, the paroxysms of pleasure shaking her to her very core. 

The hand that was smacking her tits and roughly pinching her nipples grabbed her chin, yanking it around so that he could see her face. Atreus watched her flushed face, the way her eyes rolled and her mouth hung open, and he haaawked deep in his throat, before spitting out a wad of saliva on her gorgeous face, something that in her lustful, fuckdrunk state she happily accepted, something that she never would have thought she would have done before, but the condescending, vulgar degrading treatment only made her body burn all the hotter as she was fucked; her delirious mind seeing it as Atreus staking his claim, marking his territory, something that appealed to her most primal, carnal instincts.
 
At some point in their frenzied rutting, they had changed positions again. Now, Tania was on the floor, on her hands and knees, on all fours, as Atreus drove into her anal passage from behind with jack-hammer thrusts, his hips crashing against her firm rump with skin-clapping force as he buried himself to the hilt each time. He was tunnelling into her guts, reducing the once proud warrior into nothing more than his cock-sleeve.  

'Muh-myy body! Cock... so big! So ❤much!❤'

 Smacking across her full ass and reaching forward and grope at her plush tits, Atreus eagerly satiated his desire to use Tania's body in every which way. A body he was remaking to be more his own desires, pleasure reverberating between the both of them and subsequently bringing with it something utterly senseless. He went all out in smacking and touching and groping her, using her body like his personal sex-toy, because that was exactly what she was to him – for trying to do what she did, for daring to try and fuck him into submission... Atreus was going to utterly ruin her.
    
“You challenged me.... you lost. You thought yourself better than me... this is your place now- my fuckpet, lowest of all.”
 
A rapturous howl was Tania's response, her brain short circuiting as he grabbed her pony tail once again and yanked her head back harshly, making her spine arch as her head was pulled back, and he increased the pace of his thrusts. The sounds and incoherent moans spilling from her lips were guttural, as if she had reverted to some primal form of sheer carnality – she was the embodiment of her pet tiger in the throes of heat, wanton and needy.      

“Exodia's balls, you're tight,” Atreus told her, though she didn't hear his words, so lost in the debauchery she was experiencing. “Like a vice.”

Atreus fucked Tania without any regard for her. She was pushed forward with each powerful thrust, her muscular back dipping as she struggled to withstand the brutal pummelling, her face a twisted rictus of pleasure. His hands gripped Tania's derrière, leaving finger marks in the flesh, and on each impaling pump, he pulled Tania back onto his turgid length, gurgling moans spilling from her lips as pleasure built up within her with all the intensity of Blue-Eyes White Dragon charging its attack, ready to unleash. 

Atreus noticed this, his silver-grey eyes glinting with lustful delight. Letting go off the hold he had, he pushed down on her shoulder blades, making the fuck-addled Amazoness fall forward onto the face, her arse up. Atreus laughed as he pounded into her vehemently, mounting into her from behind with all the ferocity of Red-Eyes Black Dragon. His foot came around, and he planted it on the back of her head, grinding her face into the floor, in a show of pure dominance, truly enforcing just how low, just how weak, just how little Tania was now. With every forward movement, he stuffed her arse full of so much cockmeat that in her delirious mind she thought she was going to burst each time. His fat balls smacked against her pussy, smashing against her clit in ways that sent shudders rocking through her body and moans tearing free from her lips; it all culminated in a massive, soul-searing orgasm that tore through her, a supernova exploding within her, juices squirting from her silken folds as her entire body was wracked with pleasure, her mouth open in a silent scream of rapture.   
 
“Fuck!” Atreus groaned. The way her body reacted was too much; his mighty slab of meat pulsed as he came. Rope after rope of hot, steamy cum surged into Tania's bowels, a great deluge of seed that flooded her snug depths. He panted, thick, creamy bands of jizz still spurting forth, filling her arse to the brim, before he slowly tapered off, pulling out of her anal passage, running a hand through his hair. 

Atreus looked down at Tania, at the way her arsehole was gaping, cum dripping out of the entrance. His still-erect monster cock jutted out from his groin, small dollops of cum at the end of his dick; he could feel his balls still churning, and so, he leant down once again and grabbed her, a small mewl leaving her exhausted lips as she was manhandled. 

Atreus then moved the panting woman around, so that she was now laying on her back, and pushed her legs up into a lewd mating press. He then pressed his rock-hard shaft against her dripping pussy, teasing the entrance, his eyes greedily taking in the sight of Tania's body breathing heavily, her eyes wild with need and want, the way she dazedly tried to bump her hips in order to feel his cock enter her once more.  

“Not just yet,” Atreus spoke, grabbing the base of his cock with his hand and rubbing it up and down her slit, the tip of his spear teasing her. “I want to hear you beg.” 

There was no hesitation, no sign of the pride Tania had displayed earlier as she opened her mouth, words spilling out quickly.    

“Puh~pleeaseeeeee, ahhhh, please, I'll do anything! I'll shake my tits for you and worship your cock anywhere, I'll bounce my fat arse on you wherever you want, you can bend me over and fuck me at any point, just pleeeeeasee!” She begged, the litanies of self-humiliating diatribes babbling out of her lips in an endless stream. 

“So eager.” Atreus chuckled, before he suddenly slammed forward, his cock punching through her folds like a battering ram, a scream tearing free from Tania's lips as her cunt muscles caved in, bathing Atreus's cock in her feminine nectar. 

Tania didn't notice that Atreus had typed out a quick message on his communicator, so enthralled by the chaotic, senseless euphoria sweeping her body, by the pleasures that electrified her every nerve. Bliss overwhelmed her as he drove into her with a relentless fury, her screams of pleasure reverential, her keening wails a lewd symphony of ecstasy as Atreus ravished her cunt.

The younger man chuckled, a hint of cruelty in his laughter as he continued to piston in and out of her wet, velvety depths, over and over showing no signs of stopping, watching as her flesh rippled, as her tits jiggled. 

“Muhh, my pussyyyy! You're splitting it apart❤!” Tania gasped out through ragged breaths, embarrassing, high pitched squeals escaping her with each thrust. Despite her hysterical, warbling cries, Tania desperately wanted this; she wanted Atreus to stuff her full with every last inch of his mammoth cock until he totally possessed her. 

“Now, tell me, you dumb whore. Who am I?” Atreus sneered, voice full of derision and lust as his cock pumped in and out of her stretched quim, treating her as if she was just a weak, useless little Petit Dragon, just a creature of depraved, filthy pleasure, his dick pulverising her beyond all measure. 

“Master!” Tania howled, eyes practically shining with comical love-hearts as Atreus shamelessly plowed into her. His hips slammed in and out, great broad arcs of motion in brutal, fast strokes, ramming through her spongy walls with each pummelling thrust, a wet, sordid shlick-shlick-shlick ringing out in the tent as he plundered the very depths of her petals.

“I know you said, hnnngh, that I would be yours, but it's obvious you're mine. You're all but married now to my, haaahn, cock, I can tell by the way your cunt is gripping it.” Atreus spat, before continuing. “I've conquered you, isn't that right?”

Tania offered no response except for a lewd, comical ahegao, her smooth olive skin utterly glistening with sweat as she moaned wantonly, cries of ecstasy spilling out of her lips at a pitch that was more akin to the wail of a Necroworld Banshee. 

Atreus's eyes narrowed. “I said,”

WHAM!

“You are,”

WHAM! WHAM!

“Married too,”

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

“My cock!” He roared, great, heavy slaps of flesh thundering out as he plowed into Tania with body-shaking force.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

“Isn’t. That. Right? You’re married to my cock, you little cumdump?”

Tania, once a fierce proud Amazon, simply nodded her head frantically, eyes glazed, her chin smacking her tits. “Yes muh, maahhster-, whatever you say, I’ll marry your cuhh~caawwwwkk and suck it all day, you can fuck my pussy and arse whenever you like, my nasty fuck holes are yours, I- ❤glrrrrkkk!❤’

Her babbling words were cut off when Atreus’s hand came up and wrapped it around her throat, cutting her airways off. Tania shook wildly, the instinctive need for air clashing with the pleasure cascading through her, and in the end, only serving to increase the primal ecstasy Tania was drowning in. Great senseless swells of euphoria flared within her body as she was choked, her body shaking as she came yet again, her pussy convulsing erratically around Atreus’s pumping bitch-breaker, squeezing every inch of it.  

“I’m gonna pump this toned belly full,” Atreus husked, “make it nice and soft and large by filling you up with baby after baby. That’s all you are now - not an Amazon, but instead my bare-foot, cumdrunk broodmare.”

“CockcockcockcockcockCOCKCOCKCOCK❤!”Tania babbled like a drunken fool, so lost in lustful delirium, in a nebulous mess of desire and wanton need so far removed from any sense. The world outside had long since faded away, her only thoughts on Atreus, on his divine pillar reshaping her quim, their bodies so close together that they may as well have been fused with polymerisation. 

Normally, Tania had excellent spatial awareness, but now, in her lustful, delirious, cum-drunk haze, Tania hadn’t noticed the other women walk in, her brain having been utterly bombarded with pleasure as it had been, her lips continuing to spill incoherent mewls.           

The women snorted derisively at her fucked silly state – Atreus had told them what she had tried to do in the text he had sent them, and they weren't pleased. Tiring of her slutty babbling, Fonda, normally so kind, came and sat on her face, grinding her folds along it with relish, as Mindy and Jasmine began slapping her buxom tits with harsh slaps that made her squeal into Fonda's cunt. Alexis came and pressed a sensual kiss against Atreus's lips, licking and sucking his tongue with adoration as her tongue eagerly submitted to his, her hands running over his body. 

Alexis pulled away with a ragged pant, before she gushed, her eyes wide and face flushed. “It's so fucking hot seeing you utterly ruin women,” her head turning towards the fucked-silly Amazoness, before speaking again, her voice full of scorn as she looked at Tania. “So please, haaanh, finish this dumb cunt, master!”

Atreus grinned at Alexis, before treating Tania to his harshest, deepest, most powerful thrusts yet, his cock pulsing and twitching as he neared his completion, utterly wrecking her womb with each deep impalement – it was as if he was the Celtic Guardian, slamming his sword into a weaker monster and -  with one deep groan, feeling his balls churn, he plunged all the way in, right to the hilt.  

Splllrrcchh! Splllrrrrttt! 

And Atreus came. Vast, voluminous spurts of molten seed surged forth, utterly drowning her womb in his ball-batter. Thick, ropey strands of cum gushing out, filling Tania right up to the brim, utterly stuffing her full of his seed and then some, using her a just a hole for him to fuck and pump full. With his cock gouging her womb so deeply, and from the sheer amount of jizz that Atreus shot into her, it was obvious that he had impregnated her, and the thought that she, a proud Amazoness warrior, who had spent so long training her body to perfection, was now nothing more than Atreus's slutty broodmare made Tania squeal, a long warbling cry tearing free from her very soul as the last, fraying vestiges of sanity in her brain snapped, her mind overloading with incandescent pleasure as she climaxed yet again.  

It was too much, too much. Tania passed out, everything Atreus had done to her, coupled with the degrading treatment of the other ladies she had looked down upon utterly overwhelming her, her brain short-circuiting to the sound of female giggles.             
  
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When Tania woke, blue eyes bleary, she felt two things immediately – her tits throbbing, and Atreus’s cock once again pumping inside her oversensitive quim. Looking up and around, she found the other women in the room, all naked and mewling, with slavish, fuckdrunk expressions on their gorgeous faces. She found the mirror in the room, and upon looking in it, her breath caught once more, finding the reason why her mammaries throbbed – she watched almost detachedly as her tits bounced, her pink nipples now pierced with golden rings that were glistening with globules of cum. Again, in an almost detached manner, her mind so far beyond fucked-silly, she watched as Atreus’s balls smacked against her pussy with every upwards thrust, her cunt an almost angry red from how wide it had been stretched, how hard it had been used. Her expression was embarrassing, a far-cry from the fierce amazon warrior she had been - now just a slutty, fuck-drunk ahegao, her eyes crossed and face utterly flushed, and her eyes locked onto both her body, where there was various, degrading words written all over her skin, as well as onto her neck, where she saw and felt a collar around her throat, connected by small golden chains to the rings that adorned her nipples. 
 
She recognised the collar; it was the one she was originally going to place around him but now, there was a small tag on it that said - 'Property of Atreus Black'. That was when reality slammed back into her with the force of a thousand Magical Explosions, and she howled as she exploded in orgasmic rapture once again, just from seeing that, his shameless ownership of her as his fuckpet.    

The shameless, sordid orgy continued, Atreus groaning in contentment all the time as he fucked into Tania, as the other girls fawned over him, yet none of them saw a bat in the corner of the tent, its red eyes glowing...
   



