Chapter 1 - Pudge Hooks

         Rylai, the Crystal Maiden sat by a large imposing tower, on her knees, meditating. She meditated by herself, away from the others, she did not need their distractions for now. She enjoyed their company and was always there to help her fellow warriors of the Radiant, but she had begun to question the war going on around her.

          Her spine shivered as she relaxed. She was used to the cold, but if she spent too long meditating the cold could easily take her. The ground around her began to harden. Her breath turned heavy, visible in the air. She breathed deeply the frozen air, through her nose, her chest expanding, rising up, before slowly exhaling, repeating the process over and over.  The trees began to turn to crystal, and the crystals spread as she meditating, reaching farther and farther around the battlefield. The spread was slow at first, but quickly picked up its pace, spreading to the nearby river.

          There was but one who noticed this spread, The Butcher. Feared throughout the battlefield for his mighty hooks and savage tactics, known to eat his enemies on the spot, whenever the call for a fresh cut was announced, the Radiant simply knew it was over for the victim. The large abomination, waddled through the forest, following the ice path, curious of where it led. But he knew how dangerous it would be on the other side of the river. Even being IN the river was a risk. Although the enemies feared him, if enough found him at once, even he couldn’t fight them off. He grumbled as the curiosity got to him, as he came to the river, placing his feet in to find it was hardened over. He laughed a jolly laugh, his stomach jiggling, his seems tugging as he began to plod across the river, finding it far less risky this way. His fat jiggled, as he slobbered at the prospect of what was to be found at the source. His feet began to become frostbitten, but he didn’t care, he couldn’t feel them in his nerves. He plodded against the crystaled grass, grinning, the ice shards clinging to him, as he peaked through the trees at what was on the other side.

           Rylai had lowered her hood, standing up, her blonde locks flowing over her shoulders, as she sighed, her breath visible in the air, her chests heaving up and down. She stood up, straightening her skirt-dress. Making sure the front part covered her adequately, looking over her body to straighten her clothing. The ice recessed from around her, coming back to her, as she giggled slightly, beginning to go back towards the base. “Time to help the others,” she thought to herself, humming, placing her staff against the tower, stretching her body out, licking her chapped lips, grunting, closing her eyes.

       The Butcher watched, laughing a low laugh, his eyes fixated on her figure. He hungered for her flesh. He wanted to taste it. He suddenly had a very real craving for stuffed chicken breast. He started to breath heavily, his large chest expanding and contracting, large and slobbish, as drool began to form from his mouth. He licked his lips, only succeeding in spreading the drool, his teeth jutting out in awkward angles. He jiggled the chain a bit, making sure it was ready, before throwing the hook. He launched it towards her. Rylai opened her eyes, her neck thrown back in her stretches to see the metallic hook gliding towards her. She screamed in horror, knowing the source, her eyes distraught as she tried to move to the side, but it was too late. She was snagged.

      She gasped, feeling the chains tug around her, the point of the hook precariously around her neck, as a loud laugh echoed through the Radiant wood’s, announcing her fate to her allies. “Come to Pudge!” he yelled, laughing in a low cockney accent. The other allies looked amongst themselves, realizing who was missing. They shook their head, chalking it up, knowing her fate was over, never to be seen again.

            Rylai struggled against the chains, tugging at the one around her neck, as she was dragged along the ground towards the tree line. She tugged, trying to get free, but it was like a noose. “Dead or alive, you’re coming with me…” he said in his low accent, talking to her now. She sat on her rear trying to resist, but was simply getting tugged, before violently she was thrown forward, face down, the tip of the hook piercing her only slightly, making her gasp. She grew nauseous as the smell from the woods, her head clouded with a smell of musk and meat, shaking her head.

            Pudge was proud, chuckling lowly, “Heheh…what a fine cut of meat you are…” he said, eyeing her form.

            Rylai struggled, biting her lip, shrieking, “Butcher please!” She begged, her face grazing the cold ground, feeling the wet dew she had produced earlier clinging to her.

            “Please what deary? Don’t eat you? Don’t cut you up and feed you to the creeps? What is it?” He said, chuckling in his cockney accent, each word like torture, as he looked over her body while it was being drug to him, finally stopping as he looked down at her. He took his cleaver, grazing it along her face, looking at her delicate features. He put the edge to her back, sliding it down slowly, letting her feel it graze, but not cut. “You’re coming with me, missy…” he said, chuckling.

            She struggled and gasped, shaking her head panting into the ground, breathing heavily, her chest expanding and contracting, before remembering her spells. She inhaled greatly, her head spinning from the noxious fumes, and exhaled, encasing the entire area around her in a sudden coating of ice. The Butcher simply laughed, his belly jiggling as he reared his fat hand back giving her ass a slap, watching it shake. “Nice try, girly,” he said, shaking some of the ice from himself. She gasped, feeling the fat strike her ass, shivering. She didn’t like where this was going. He held his hand around the back of her neck, twirling his thick chains around her body.

            Before long, chains wracked her entire body, the metal cold from Crystal Maiden’s previous attempts at resistance. She shivered, feeling it bind her. She struggled and grunted, trying to get free. Pudge began to pick her up, grabbing the chains and hoisting her over his shoulder.

            Rylai thought she was going to heave. The fumes of meat made her dizzy, her struggles dying down. “Where are you taking me?” She asked as Pudge began to enter the river, splashing through it quickly. She looked around as the area began to darken. Pudge gave her bottom a slap, plopping her down in the rotted woods on her knees. She winced, feeling the rough ground, looking up at Pudge. “Please…stop...I don’t want to die…”

            “Then you’re in luck,” he said, his pudgy hand along his stomach, laughing, reaching down along his stomach, before reaching down to his pants rubbing himself. Rylai struggled against her bonds, whimpering, looking up at the monstrosity, realizing it was pleasuring itself.

“N-no,” she said, looking up at him, her eyes wide, her mouth gaping open. She shook her head, her eyes now following his hands as they crept slowly to his waistband, struggling past his enormous gut, as he reached in and pulled out his flaccid bloated member. Warts lined the shaft and a thick smell of sex filled the air. Crystal Maiden inhaled the air, gasping and heaving, her mound beginning to be clouded with thoughts of sex, something she rarely thought of, here was a reason she was a Maiden; she was a virgin. She looked up at Pudge her eyes filled with worry. The shaft seemed almost pristine compared to the rest of Pudge’s body, besides a simple fact that it seemed stitched on and together.

            Pudge reached his thick hand towards the maiden’s hair, grasping her soft locks, and pushing her forward, sliding her face along his chubby cock. He grumbled a thick glob of precum began to drizzle from the cock, coating her face, giving it sheen. He pressed her closer, forcing her face against his stomach. It felt greasy but warm. She thought to herself, “How does this monstrosity still feel warm?” She felt the hot precum slide down her neck, pooling between her breasts, as she moaned. Her body reacted to the warmth in a pleasurable way, but her mind was still in control. She struggled and moved her arms, squirming, trying to get free, but her arms were weak. She wasn’t a warrior, she was a mage.

She opened her mouth to gasp but she was cut off. Pudge shoved the shaft into her mouth, spreading her lips around the chubby thick cock. It was still flaccid, but it began to throb, fresh blood pumping into it. She felt her tastebuds screaming, begging her to get out. It was bitter and disgusting, tasting of rot and smegma from previous loads. She felt something sharp reach under her chin.

            “Don’t bite…” he warned, shivering, feeling her cold breath on her throat touch and tease his cock. “You’ll learn to love the taste…” He added, chuckling lower, a malicious grin spreading on his lips. He began to thrust, her head prodding and pushed against his plump stomach.

            She obliged, her mouth hung open as the surprisingly warm shaft pushed into her mouth over and over. She breathed heavily through her nose, her mind weakening from the scent of the shaft. Cold breaths teased his cock over and over as it began to harden and grow in her mouth. She felt the cock pulse. Curiosity begged her to lick it. She needed to taste it, see what it all tasted like. She looked up at the Pudge, seeing his head pulled back, holding her hair tugging, before they trailed down, staring at the shaft in front of her. She twirled her tongue along the shaft, shuddering at the taste, closing her eyes finding the taste intoxicating. She shivered gasping around the shaft. Her tongue played with the smegma pulling away, finding it disgusting, forcing her to wince, before continuing on the rest of the cock, unsure of why she was doing it.

            The Butcher grinned, feeling her exploring tongue rewarding her, a spurt of pre cum splashing her tongue as a reward. It tasted rancid, wincing as she tasted it.

             She gagged, coughing, as Pudge began to thrust in and out, his stomach jiggling as he hit her head, saliva clinging to the cock as he pounded it in and out, forcing her to gag on the cock. She coughed, panicking, still enticed, but her body screaming to leave and stay, unsure what to do. Her eyes began to tear, blue mascara drip from her eyes. The Butcher held her down on the shaft, thrusting it down her throat, penetrating the tight cavern.

           “J-Just like that…” the Pudge said between gasps, stuttering in pleasure. His eyes glazed over as his balls tightened. She simply nodded, feeling a wetness between her legs. She shivered, unsure of what was going on, her thighs shifting, grinding together. Her tongue weakly prods around the cock, feeling the balls tighten against her chin. She feels him pull her off of his cock, dropping the cleaver and grabbing his cock. She forced her head forward, against the tugging and placed her lips around the head of his cock. Her mind begged her not to, but her body did anyway, unconsciously. The Pudge blew his load. It quickly filled her mouth, forcing her cheeks to jut out like a chipmunk. Her eyes continued to water as the Pudge pulled out, laughing, taunting her. The cum drizzled and oozed out of her mouth, spreading down her chin. It mixed with her saliva, as she looked around, unsure what to do with it. She wanted to gag from the rancid taste, but knew she would choke. The Butcher reached down, placing his plump fingers around her nose, pinching it closed.

             “Swallow…” he commanded, his cockney accent like honey. She nodded and slid his see down her throat, retching as it slid down her. She felt sick. She shook her head and gasped, as the Pudge let go of her hair and nose. She breathed heavily, cum and saliva drooled from her mouth coating her neck and breasts as she looked down at the ground, a warmth across her cheeks as she blushed in shame, whimpering.

             The Butcher laughed, looking down, rubbing his fat greasy hand along her delicate skin, grumbling, his other hand rubbing his stomach, patting it, the sound of fat against fat filling her ears as the Maiden looked down in disgust. She struggled against her chains, grunting.
“Let me go!” She begged, looking Pudge in the eyes. In response he simply laughed, rubbing his cock slapping it on her forehead stuck to her, sticking in her hair.
“I don’t play catch and release dear…” He said, chuckling, before sliding the flaccid bulbous shaft along her breasts, grinning and grunting, licking his lips.
“Please,” she begged, shivering as she felt the warm cock along her breasts, cum dripping slowly from the cock and coating her breasts. He reached down with his hook, grazing it along her neck, sliding it slowly,

             “You’ll know when I’m done, girly…” he said, a low chuckle. He pressed the blunt end of the hook against her chin and neck, raising her head. He bent down and kissed her, forcing his fat sloppy tongue into her mouth. Her eyes went wide; struggling, muffled protests escaped her lips as she could taste him: a mixture of rot, meat, and more rot. He laughed pulling away yanking at the hook. It snagged on the chain holding her cloak, ripping it, clinks of the chain scattering as her cloak fell off of her back, snagged on the chain. He grabbed it with his pudgy hands tearing it away, struggling against his chains. She winced and squealed, expecting pain, but receiving none, her eyes clenched closed.

             He taunted her, “I ain’t gonna shatter you, snowflake…” he taunted, sliding his cock between her breasts. “Pudge wants what Pudge wants, and he takes it, y’see?” He said. His cock hardened between her breasts, throbbing to life. He groaned in pleasure, slipping it between the soft orbs. Her dress held the breasts together tightly. He felt the fabric of the dress tease him as he quickened his pace, humping against her, his jiggling with each thrust.
“Look at Pudge, deary,” he demanded, panting. Rylai looked up reluctantly, panting, her breasts heaving up and down. She couldn’t explain it, but the stench, the throbbing shaft, she felt it all, and it turned her on. She shivered, looking up, as she bit her chapped lips, breathing cold air, staring into Pudge’s eyes.  Her pussy dripped hungrily, a damp spot in the dirt below her, as she shifted her thighs, trying to ease the sensation but couldn’t.
As quick as the pleasure came, it went. He released another load between her breasts, watching as it filled and pooled up around her breasts. “You’re lucky, earlier it was looking like cottage cheese…” he said, taunting, laughing loudly. She looked up in horror and disgust, not at herself, but for whoever he was with earlier. As far as she had heard, no one else was snatched by The Butcher. She bit her lip and tensed, as he slipped his cock from between her breasts, slapping it against her neck, producing a wet noise.

             He grabbed her shoulder, forcing her face down onto the ground, as he slid his hand over the back of her head. He flipped up the back of her dress, grinning and laughing, giving her ass a harsh slap, gritting his teeth. “Now stay still, lass…” He said, sliding his hook underneath her, sliding it along her pussy. She grit her teeth and shivered, her ass quivering, her breath hitting the ground freezing it. She felt her hair pillow over her face as she shook her head.
“P-Please, no!” she begs, shaking her head. She felt her pussy drip between her legs, against her thighs. Her thigh high stockings were stained.  Pudge laughed, giving her ass another slightly smack shaking his lip.

             He ground his cock between her ass cheeks, tearing away the last remnants of her panties, living her bare. He ground it back and forth, his cock hardening between her soft asscheeks, groaning, breathing heavily, his stomach sitting on top of her lower back. She breathed, feeling his weight on her back. She tensed up, shivering biting her lip, her hands adjusting trying to get free from the chains.
“Don’t try it…I’ll let you out in a jiff’,” he said, grunting, sliding his fat girth along her ass cheeks. She felt every ridge against her asshole as her body froze, her dirty from the dirt. She smelt her sweet sex in the ground, her face pressed into where she had knelt earlier. She smelled where she dripped, groaning and panting, smelling herself.
             Her mouth opened into a moan, feeling the cock press against herself. She breathed heavily, panting and moaning a drip of drool dropping from her lips, falling on the ground. Pudge shivered and pulling her over forcing her to look at him, she looked up at the grotesque man with fear in her eyes. He laughed sliding his hook in her shirt and pulling, sliding it down, tearing the chains as well as her clothes down the middle, leaving links of chains and fabric to the side. He grinned, grabbing her furry boots, raising them, sliding himself closer to her. She shook, knowing what was going to happen, but she couldn’t resist.
She breathed heavily, her breasts now free, exposed to the air, already erect. Pudge slid his cock head along her pussy lips, spreading them slowly, feeling how wet she was. A low chuckle emitted from his lips, his enormous body slid over the petite woman, as he thrust into her slowly, feeling the resistance and pushing past her hymen.
             She squealed and squirmed under him, unable to breath from his stomach, gasping, her eyes wide. She was no longer a Maiden. Pudge thrust into her, panting. Fat slapped against her, his balls slapping against the bottom of her pussy lips, going quicker and quicker. His fat gut rested on her soft skin, as she gasped, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.

             She whimpered in pleasure, her body bucking against his. She couldn’t resist. His cock throbbed in her tight pussy, as Pudge thrust, slapping against her. He reached his face down, licking and taking her breast in his mouth, licking it in an almost loving matter, teasing her delicate nipple, his teeth blunt but threatening. She reached her hand around on his hair, tugging on it, her hips pleading for more, bucking back against the thrusts.
He hunched over her, pounding away, wet sounds echoed through the area as he pounded in and out. Rylai moaned out, feeling herself clench and pulse around the thick cock, whimpering and shivering. Her head shook at herself, her hips bucking, her legs wrapping around the monstrosity.

              She felt her mouth hanging open, panting; her eyes open in shock, thrusting back. “Enjoying yourself, lass?” He whispered in her ear, his fat tongue sliding along her ear teasing her, panting heavily, hot breath brushing across her face. She simply nodded, her pussy clenching around the cock. She grit her teeth, groaning, as she opened her eyes again, climaxing, her leg shaking and shiver, her back arching off the ground, her head thrown back. The Butcher followed suit, filling her with his rancid seed, throbbing and groaning.
             The jizz poured into her, overflowing out of her pussy, onto her thighs. She screamed, convulsing, feeling the hot seed fill her and drip down her thighs. She squirmed on the ground as Pudge got up, grinning giving her thigh a slap, looking down at her smiling. He winked, “Pudge thanks ye,” he said with a chuckle, pulling up his pants, leaving her on the ground, covered in his cum.
 