Chapter 2 - Mantis Sisters

 Hornet no longer considered herself any sort of princess - not after what she lived through on a daily basis. Being Zote’s plaything was an unending torture of humiliation that saw every day surprising her with the lows she could be taken to. There would have been no way to explain to anyone that knew her as a princess why she would allow this oaf to drag her along like a pet on all fours by her own silken thread that turned into a leash. 

 By all rights, she should have taken the needle and ended his miserable existence with it. Instead, she only protected him from all threats, fighting off anything that crossed their path only to be rewarded by a senseless fuck or worse. And yet, the damned trinket he wore kept her at bay at all times, and just the thought of harming him flooded her with pain. The more she thought about serving him and obeying his every command, the looser the trinket’s hold would be. 

 I have become a husk, thought Hornet with horror. At the same time, that spared her the trouble of having to feel guilty about her condition. She was not a princess anymore, not a person worthy of respect, she was…

“Whore!” bellowed Zote proudly, pointing his wooden sword to the horizon. “We have arrived at Hallownest at last! Come, let us feast on this crown jewel of a city! Let Zote the Mighty bestow upon these plebs the gift of my sight!” 

 Hornet only prayed for two things: first, that no one should recognize her; and second, that Zote caused no problems that would force her to defend him. Killing mindless creatures that attacked him were one thing, but she would not take the life of a bug if she had to. 

 They entered the small town together, with the princess following on all fours at his side, her breeding hips swaying suggestively with every forward move, her huge dark ass reflecting light as she kept her head low and went on in shame among them. Nobody could recognize me, she told herself repeatedly. Her usual cape was gone and her mask was ruined beyond all recognition. Surely the good bugs living here wouldn’t even look at a naked female passing them by… 

 But the self-enforcing delusional thoughts could only go so far. As Zote tugged on her leash and yanked her after him, Hornet could hear the locals whispering to one another, and a few of them saying things like, “Wow, take a look at that ass and pussy…” A few of them hissed at Zote unpleasantly, asking how an imbecile like him got himself such a prize. 

 Zote hitched her in front of a shop and headed inside, while the locals all started coming up to Hornet, a slapping and grabbing at her ass, treating her in the same objectifying way as Zote did. Are even these ones here so awful? But I’ve been here before, and they seemed so nice…

 An elder bug came up and tried to get the other ones to stop, but they only cursed at him and told him to fuck off from their business. Hornet mewled as they started kicking at her ass and insertings things into her pussy. Though Zote fucked her senseless on a daily basis and made her scream for her life, somehow it always regenerated in time and became even more sensitive than the last. Rather than her pain diminishing, it only got greater over time. 

“Look, this whore is getting wet!” one of them cried with excitement, and then the others started bringing other objects to shove them inside her twitching cunt. “Please…” whispered Hornet quietly to herself. “Just leave me be…” 

 The elder crouched next to her and spoke in a hushed breath. “Princess… What has happened? Is that you?” 

 He recognizes me, thought Hornet, trembling with shame as her mouth let out yet another low moan. They had placed something big inside of her and were now kicking at it to drive it deeper and deeper. It was nothing compared to Zote’s spiky monster cock, but it remained an unpleasant thing. “Ahhh~” 

“Princess?”

“I am no princess!” she snapped. “My name is Whore.”

“You-” 

“Get away from me, you crumbly old bastard!” she hissed, then pushed him off. 

 The elder gazed at her with disbelief, then stood up in a stern way that made it clear how much offense he had taken. Hornet hoped that he would finally go away… Instead, he suddenly said, “This one truly deserves no mercy,” and started pissing on her. The princess could feel the piss going trickling past her mask to enter her mouth, and could hear the others behind her laughing as the old bug emptied himself all over her. They took inspiration and followed suit, at least half a dozen of them pissing over her helplessly lewd body. 

 I’m… I’m no princess… 

 Zote emerged from the stop and bellowed when he saw what was happening. “These fools dare touch the property of Mighty Zote? I shall do away with all of you! Come and let me dispose of you!” 

 The others laughed at his attempts to fight them off with his wooden sword, and left more out of disinterest than fear of any kind. “Aha! You see, Whore? Such are the hearts of these weaklings. They fear my awesome might!” 

 Thankfully, they set out of Hallownest immediately. “Whore,” he snapped unhappily. “Thy stench overwhelms even Zote.” He searched for a water source to clean her, but when none could be found, he suddenly held up his own throbbing shaft and started pissing all over her. He gave no explanation, so Hornet could only guess that if she had to smell like piss, he preferred it to be his own. When he was done, she was left sitting in a large puddle of his steaming piss, every part of her body dripping wet. 

“Do not not know how to show gratitude, Whore?”

 Hornet’s head snapped up, finally angry. But as soon as the trinket on his breast flashed, it all went away and her mind melted. “T-Thank you, M-Mighty Zote!~…” 

 The oaf crossed his arms unhappily. “I shall have to discipline you later. But for now, Whore, we travel in search of a cure for the illness you have brought upon me.” He took out a map and held it out for her. “Here is where we must go.” 

 Hornet knew all too well what he was pointing at. The realm of the Mantis Lords?... But surely he couldn’t be thinking of going there. They’re going to kill you if you do! 



 Hornet suspected a terrible battle once they arrived at the Mantis village, but to her surprise the guards looked upon Zote with mere curiosity at first, then approached cordially and lowered their weapons. At first she thought it may have been the trinket working its power on them, but there was little reason they would respond to it. It was only after they saw one of them lowering their weapons to Zote’s spiked dickhead that the princess realized they were fascinated by it. 

 Zote lifted his wooden sword to one of their heads. “Must Zote demolish your village to see your lords? I have come all this way! Make way, you fool, make way!” 

 The guards gave it some thought, then bobbed their heads in unison and let him pass. It was when Zote tried dragging Hornet along with him that they put their weapons down and kept her out.

“Hmmm. Whore, it appears that you must be left behind.” 

 Finally! thought Hornet. This idiot would walk blindly to his death while she was left alone to recuperate from the hold of the trinket and regain her freedom. “Yes, Mighty Zote!” 

 He took her and hid her away from the main entrance. This time, though, rather than tying the leash to anything in the environment, he wrapped the leash around her and knotted it tightly, leaving the princess helplessly stranded. 

 As Hornet looked out, she could see things moving in the shadows already. “Mighty Zote!” she begged. “You can’t leave me like this! I can’t defend myself.”

“Silence, Whore! Zote shall return swiftly. Should any ill befall you, I swear on my honor as a knight to avenge my property. Now I shall go and seek out these Lords, and return stronger than ever.” 

 As she watched him walk out of sight, she spotted a few sickly husks coming towards her. “No…” she yelled, struggling to get out of her binds. “No!” 



 Zote followed the guards down through the village suspiciously, pointing his sword at every one of single one that seemed ready to challenge him. As he went behind them, he noticed that these guards were female as well, and that many of them were slutty in the same way as Whore, wearing fabrics that kept going past their dark and glistening hips. 

 He could feel the log between his legs getting worse, though there was a strong chance that these Mantis lords could cure him, if the trader from Hallownest was to be trusted. A knight has no choice but to face the darkest perils by himself. 

 The guards led him to an entrance and knelt before it as Zote progressed by himself the rest of the way, brandishing his wooden sword at the surrounding darkness. As he went further in, he could see a dais bathed in cool light with stairs leading up to it. On it he could make out three feminine figures. 

 On closer inspection, they all looked identical to one another, wearing white masks with capes and nothing else. But the capes were so short that they barely came down to cover their round breasts, their nipples hardened so much that they nudged through the capes in the most whorish manner. Their lower bodies were entirely naked, with rounded hips so wide that they were at least double the width of their petite upper bodies, with abdominal and thigh muscles that flexed and shone with sexual power in the low light. Despite the lewd thickness of their thighs, a small gap showed between them, and from his low angle the knight could clearly make out the wetness dripping. Zote could almost hear it. 

 His terrible illness acted out again, and he could feel the flames going through his log and making it grow even larger than before. Zote tottered forward angrily, nearly losing control of his sword. These damned whores! The world was full of them. How much humiliation was an honorable knight meant to suffer before he could find peace once more? 

“Zote lives for battle, not for this!” he screamed, as if they could read his mind. “I was told that you Mantis Lords could help Zote find help, but I was not told that you were such lowly creatures in need of discipline. “Bitch!” he screamed at the one furthest to the left. “Slut!” he called the one in the middle. There was never a need in his vocabulary for another synonym in his travels, so he struggled to name the third, though he kept the sword pointed to the one on the right. “Third one!” 

 Slut drifted forwards from the center and came close enough to look down at his throbbing dick. At this point it had grown so huge that the knight dragged it across the floor wherever he went, the harsh spikes crying as they scratched across the polished stone. As her eyes fell to the thick drops of seed that fell from it, her head began to shake uncontrollably and a crack appeared in the mask right along the line of the mouth. A long red tongue slithered out desperately, its slick drool coming down to strike her splendid chest and trickle all the way down to the V between her legs.

“Such monsters that these parts have bred,” said Zote solemnly. “Mighty Zote shall deal with you as you deserve, fiend.” Instead of raising the dick that she was staring at with raw want and desperation, he lifted the wooden sword. “Come! Come and face me a real knight, Slut!” 

 The Mantis Lord was so overwhelmed by the sight of his kingly shaft that she stepped forwards on shaky feet, unable to tear her sight away from the majestic head and its potent seed. Zote considered himself a fearless knight, and yet he had never before seen anything look quite so voracious and beastly, let alone a female considered to be a great ruler. As she came nearer, he took a step back, thrusting the tip of the sword against her belly button without effect. “Do not force Zote to use his full strength upon you, Slut! For you shall not survive to tell the tale of this!” 

 Slut wasn’t listening. She dropped down to her knees and placed her head down on the ground next to the bulging spiked head, staring in total awe at the barbed foreskin as it pushed back and let a gnarled head emerge in full. “So… Beautiful…” she cooed, in a voice so strange and unnerving that Zote realized she must not have spoken in a very long time, if ever. 

 The elongated tongue flitted out to the very tip and passed over the thick layer of gooey seed, then flickered back into her mouth that now opened wide and produced a deep moan that echoed throughout the hall. Slut’s entire body quivered like an excited little girl’s as she savored the taste of his cum. 

 At first the knight was admittedly a bit frightened of what she might do; but now she looked so disgustingly weak that his zeal returned in full force. “You are supposed to be one of the Mantis Lords, Slut?” he yelled with righteous fury, bringing the wooden sword down on her head. Cock crazed as she was, Slut only lifted her head and nuzzled against it lovingly, as if it were no different than his dick so long as it came from this powerful knight before her. 

“Slut!” he screamed. He withdrew his sword and swung again. This time, her head tilted back and it came right into her open mouth. Slut grinned as she held it between her teeth and licked it suggestively, slathering the age old wood in her hot spit.  

 The unholy sight made Zote’s mind flood with dark thoughts unworthy of a knight, and he knew that he had been sent to the right place. If nothing else, these lustful creatures would test his mettle and let him emerge victoriously. “You… You shall not have victory over Mighty Zote…” he said, his voice coming out weaker and more trembling than ever. The shaft between his head only grew bigger and stronger, to the point that it almost anchored him to the ground. 

 He tried to pull his sword back, fighting Slut that refused to let it go. In the end, he managed to rip it away from her grasp… but only the half that was in his hand. The other half was still between her teeth as she smiled at him suggestively, her slender fingers moving over the telling curves of her fertile body. 

“You… You have killed Zote’s most trustworthy companion!” 

 Slut giggled and sat up, then spat the sword at his feet. Her hands came down to his dick and hovered with religious wonder over the deadly shaft. Zote tried to swing at her again but the sword would not reach. With no other option, he instinctively grabbed his dick and lifted it up, then let the full weight of it smack against her head. 

 It felt so good to hit her that a little bit of jizz shot out close to the other two Mantis Lords, who quickly fell over and crawled to lick it up, fighting with one another to get the most of it. Zote stared at the downed Slut, feeling his brain giving way to the ill thoughts once more. As her wet and warm mouth opened and sent shivers through his shaft, he grabbed it once more and smashed it against her head harshly. 

“You shall not sway Mighty Zote with thy unnatural ways, Slut! I shall show you the true valor of knighthood!” 

 As the pulsating head rested over her face, Slut’s cooed with joy and her beautiful thighs spread wide open as her toes curled. The desperate tongue came out and lapped at the juicy seed that dripped from the gaping dickhole over her face, caressing the knobbly surface of his cock with a naked desire that erased any concern she might have for how she appeared and any self-respect for her station as a great ruler.

 The other two Mantis Lords noticed the buzz and crawled over to get a taste of their own, their tongues flicking to his cock and into their sister’s mouth to have a taste of his irresistible cum. Such power surged through the log between his legs at the sight of the three Mantis Lords submitting before him like weak breeding sows that Zote suspected he could finally empty himself dry and do away with them. Release, at last? One can only hope…

 As the three fought with each other over access to the dickhole and kissed the head in worship, Zote reached down to the hard part of the shaft and ripped a spike, then grabbed the first Mantis Lord by the head and brought her in. Given that he was identical he wasn’t sure if the one he held now was the same from the start, but as her drooling mouth opened and sent out the soft tongue to lick at his hand, the knight etched the word SLUT into the top part of her face mask. He threw her back just as she was about to make contact with his face, then grabbed the other and attempted to place the spike across her mask when she rushed forwards and gave him a kiss on the face.

“You dare, Bitch?!” bellowed Zote. 

 He hurled her head-on into the ground with his full force, then kicked her head and held it down with his foot. He hoped to see regret or at the very least fear, but she only stared up at him and seemed to drool even harder than before, completely and utterly lost in her desperation to touch and worship him and his monster cock. 

 Angered by the unseemly behavior, the knight brought her up again and held his hand over her mouth as he left a deep engraving of BITCH with an added ! at the end for emphasis across her mask. Bitch seemed happy to get it, and as soon as he threw her in disgust across the hall, she cooed happily and rushed back. 

“Big… Dick…” she tried to say. “I love…” 

“You are a disgusting creature,” said the knight. His eyes turned to the last one of the three that remained unmarked and he kicked her in the stomach preemptively before he lifted her. No other name came to mind, so he just gave her the name III. “And with you there are three,” said Zote, oddly pleased with himself. 

 The Mantis Lords were already back to his dick, this time taking turns in licking the whole shaft up and down until the whole thing throbbed with unbearable urgency. Zote let it rest over Slut’s face as her tongue gently licked the bottom. “Punishment…” he made an effort to say, unable to stop himself from producing the same kind of foul moans. “You must be punished.”

“Yes…” Slut agreed, her cocklust so complete that she lost all control of herself. 

 While the other two Mantis whores kissed the sides of his enormous shaft, he held Slut by the mask and angled her so that the head of his cock went right into her mouth. It barely fit in the opening provided by the cracked mask and the deeper the knight pushed it, the more her lips stretched around it, tiny pieces of the cracking mask started to crumble away. 

 It wasn’t long until Slut’s eagerness showed initial doubts, when the massive dick was over a quarter of the way inside her mouth and the spikes grew larger and larger with every inch, tearing their way through her soft throat. The moment she reached out to put a stop to the monster cock that threatened to destroy her throat was the one in which Zote knew achieved victory.

“You see, Slut, what punishment comes your way after your indecent behavior! This is not the way for a lord to act! Now you will see where your foolish desires take you!” 

 Bitch and III giggled at the sight of their helplessly tortured sister, who Zote started punching in the head into a state of complete submission. One fist slammed after another until she went slack again, becoming nothing more for him than a cocksleeve to be used from the mouth down. And though he was nothing if not an honorable knight, not even Zote could deny the silky softness of her throat’s hot interior, melting away his tension and relaxing his dick even as it grew and impaled her that much more painfully around it. 

 Even by the time it was halfway, Slut’s throat was stretched gruesomely around the beastly shaft, the rest of her body twitching weakly as her entire sense of self was being taken away by the monster cock she thought she wanted but now realized was too much for her. Zote only grew more excited as he defeated her utterly, going so far as to kick her in the stomach and slap her face some more as he joyously tore her apart from the inside out. 

 Her two sisters were still so wonderstruck by having access to the dick they crazed that their tongues still rolled across the awesome shaft, helping to lubricate it as Zote struggled to push it the final length of the way and ruin their sister with the throatfuck that would be her last. 

 The knight grabbed her head firmly between his hands and got ready for one final powerful thrust. “This… This is the might of a Zote!” he bellowed, ripping through her welcoming throat like a knife going through a ripe fruit, feeling her body tightening in a state of total despair as the spikes slit over her warm insides. 

 Zote was overwhelmed by the power of his own dick and tottered backwards, dragging his cocksleeve with him along with the other two worshiping whores, and he knew that he… that he had done the dishonorable thing once again and come. And though he wished he could take out his shaft and find it normal once more, he could tell that it was nowhere near over. Using Slut helped, but it only got him so far. 

 He peeled Slut’s abused throat off of him like an unpleasantly wet garment and tossed her limp body aside. Thick seed poured and poured out of her gaping mouth, while the sporadic twitches of her body were the only indicators that she was still alive. 

 Somehow, the other two still weren’t put off, and their complete fall to sluttiness disgusted Zote. Do they have no shame? Is Zote the last one in this world to know shame?! He had seen it with Whore as well. When he first caught her and punished her for the curse he put on her, she struggled, but over time, she only became docile and willing. She enjoyed being abused and treated like meat, and even defended him in return for the abuse. These are not beings worth considering as alive! 

 He kicked both Bitch and III, but they kept crawling back to lap at the drops of cum that kept pouring out of his pulsating dick. Overtaken by fury, he brutally forced himself down Bitch’s throat in a matter of seconds, then beat her even as he pissed inside of her. “This is what you deserve for angering Mighty Zote! For behaving in such a disgusting fashion!” 

 There was so much piss inside of her that it trickled between her stretched out lips until it practically exploded out of her mouth and sent her away from his dick. As Bitch coughed and dripped with piss, Zote chased after her, beating her senselessly with his cock over the head like a mace. “This is what you deserve!” 

 And somehow, he was still felt nowhere near empty and good as he should have. 



 Hornet struggled to get out of her binds by the time the husks could get to her but there was no use. The silken thread was strong and that idiot, Zote, managed to tie a good enough knot that it wouldn’t come undone. No… thought the princess as they mindlessly drew nearer. She rolled away and even took the risk of falling down a bit of a cliffside to escape them, but there was no use. They swarmed her from everywhere and as soon as they reached her tantalizing and curving body they couldn’t help themselves from touching her. 

“No! Leave me be!” screamed Hornet as they started clawing at her thighs and ass, spreading her legs wide open. She even managed to kick a few of them hard enough in the head to knock them over, but there were just so many that there was no point in trying to get them all. 

 The screaming came to an end when one of them shoved a disgusting dick into her mouth and awkwardly tried to choke her with it. Hornet could taste the nasty seed as he released only moments after coming into with her tongue, and the others saw her incapacitation as an invitation to become even more aggressive. 

 They held her legs spread out and took turns in fucking her, while those that were too impatient to wait simply fought with one another over who could get access to use her mouth as a cumdumpster. They came inside of her one after another, and the few times Hornet tried to roll away or kick at them, they responded by punching and kicking her all over, pushing her legs apart so wide that the princess thought she might break down entirely. 

 They’re using me as if I were nothing more than a fucktoy… thought Hornet unhappily. She was never the one to think of herself as royalty that demanded superior treatment, but she would not have wished this sort of treatment upon her worst enemies. To be humiliated in this way, to be filled up with the rotten seed of husks and used to satisfy their violent needs… Is this all I am to be? Is this how it ends for me? 

 At least with Zote she could tell herself that it was the fault of the trinket. And his dick was so gruesome that being able to survive at all made her feel a dark sense of pride. Not to mention the irony in Zote not even wanting to fuck her but doing it because he was too stupid to understand what was causing his affliction in the first place. It was a situation strange enough that she could write it off as punishment to a certain extent, one she could get out of.

 But this… As the husks groped at her tits and ass and let their gooey spunk pool flood out of her pussy and pool between her thighs, there was no sense of pride, no matter how ironic. They were simply ugly, weak, and desperate creatures using her body for nothing but their most base desires. Zote saw her as a curse, but these filthy creatures that she could have disposed of with her needle in a second if she were free, simply saw her as rag that they could use to wipe their dicks with before they went on with their day. 

 I will not be used in this way… I am a princess… A knight! They have an obligation to listen to me. They WILL obey me. Sensing their weakness and feeling empowered by her realizations, Hornet waited until the present husk stopped throatfucking her and then screamed at them: “I am princess Hornet! You will cease this at once! Untie me, and I might consider sparing your lives! Un--” 

 The foot that kicked her came from the back. Hornet wanted to turn and see who dared to treat her in this way, until another one came from the front and made her vision darken for a few moments. The husks hissed and laughed, then the princess saw a stream of piss only a few inches away, slowly making its way towards her face, followed by many others. 

 They’re pissing on me… Just like the ones at Hallonest, they… They don’t see me as who I am… As the multiple streams of piss formed a single cascade and drowned her face, passing through her open mouth into her stomach, Hornet realized this was truly all she could be now. Right as the piss found a place inside of her, the husk fucking her came and jokingly punched her in the stomach. She spit out some piss that hit the husks, causing amusement among those unaffected, while those that were hit quickly started beating on her… 

 I’m… I’m nothing more than a rag now… I am Whore. 



 Despite his efforts, nothing worked to break the spirit of the Mantis Whores. Zote thought that they had learned their lesson after he throatfucked each in turn, but as soon as he tossed them aside and took a moment to rest, they were back on him stronger than ever before, this time talking far more comfortably as they dragged their tongues around his rough shaft. 

“Ahhh, it tastes so good~” said Slut, her voice taking on a new sensual quality as it slowly developed. 

“I wish I could taste you on it, Sister,” III cooed. 

“Yes, yes, yes, won’t this idiot fuck us anytime soon?” Bitch insisted, making provocative eye contact with the knight. 

 Zote wasn’t sure what to do anymore. He had come here with the intention of curing himself and instead found the most offensive females he had ever come across, if one could even consider them people in any way, since in their singular desire to get fucked they were not even as intelligent as many creatures out in the world. Even as his cum and piss still dripped from their bodies, their warm mouths opened and planted kisses over the spiked dick that had ravaged their throats, begging for more. 

“Fiends! Is your degeneracy without end? Mighty Zote shall punish you all!” The knight wrapped his tired hands around his dick and brought it down over their heads, but the sisters only accepted the blows with giggles and moans, reaching down to feel their dripping pussies as his intense hatred gave them an idea of what was coming.

“It seems we’ve got to him now,” said Slut.

“Poor stupid little knight,” whispered III, giving his dickhole a kiss while she desperately sought to dig her tongue down the hole. “You talk about us, but you have a dick that’s nearly bigger than your entire body. You’re more of a walking phallus than a knight, is that not so?” 

“Silence, III!” Zote stood up and chased after her as she laughed and teased him. Her two sisters joined in, though they aided the knight in his attempt till III was finally tripped and fell down, her masked head clattering against the ground as Zote jumped on top of her. 

 He could feel her firm asscheeks squeezing his dick from the start, suggestively swaying her hips from side to side under him as her entire body rocked dramatically. “Are you going to punish me, Mighty Zote?” she said, and her sisters cackled as they took her hands. Perversely, they brought her hands to their own cunts as they themselves bent down to kiss Zote’s dick. 

 Truly at a loss as to how he could take sense into them, the only option available to him now was to teach them a lesson through sheer force… If what they wanted was for the knight to unleash his bad side, then he could certainly do that. And for all the ill his ever-growing monster dick caused him, it turned out to be useful as a weapon, if nothing else. 

 His fingers sank into her rounded ass and spread it wide, letting the drool-dripping shaft slide between her warm asscrack, coming dangerously close to entering her pussy. “Is this what you would like, III? For this unholy mace to penetrate your filthy cunt?” 

 III giggled darkly, and moaned as soon as one of the spikes brushed against the sensitive lips. “Please, Mighty Zote…” 

 Zote could only sigh. “Well, I am sorry to say that such an option is beyond your current means.” 

 He gave her a second to think over his words, then rammed his dick up her asshole. It was so small that the head barely made its way inside upon the first thrust, and III’s fun-loving and teasing mood turned to despair from that one single action. “No, no, no! That won’t fit!” 

“Come now, sister,” said Slut. “A Mantis Lord must show more heart than that.” 

“No!” 

 Bitch slurped her own spit off the top part of the knight’s cock, then opened her mouth and let it all drip down into III’s gaping mouth. “This will be heavenly.” 

“No! Sisters, please, not like--” 

“Enough!” Zote bellowed, hitting her head so fierce from behind that her face just smashed into the ground like a cannonball. As he followed up the assault on her tight ass with a few more thrusts, the head bobbed limply in front of him, but every so often he could hear III hissing painfully. 

 He could feel her tight little ass clenching around his dick instinctually, though that only made it worse for her as the gnarled and spiked shaft eviscerated through it. There was no real resistance to speak of, and as her fear turned into actual terror with each push, Zote finally grinned once more.

“Now you are feeling the might of Zote, III! At last, you see what comes over those that impose themselves upon a good-natured knight!” 

“AaaaaaAAaaaaa!” III shrieked. “Mighty… Mighty Zo-- AAAaa~” Her whole body shook under him as he ploughed her thoroughly, impaling her till his throbbing shaft bulged through her stomach so hard that it nearly ripped through her. “No… No more!! I can’t!!” The screams rang throughout the entire hall, but there was no stopping it. 

 Even the two other two Mantis Lords were staring at the scene with misgivings, despite their enthusiasm mere moments before. I suppose they can feel their time is coming up, thought Zote. He reached out and grabbed them by their heads and banged them together, laughing joyously at their confusion. “Your turns shall come soon enough! No need to show such excitement.” 

 The knight was fully living up the excitement of the moment when he realized that III’s pained grunts were slowly turning into loving coos. The indomitable slut had gotten used to him being inside of her and was now enjoying herself the same as before, a smile plastered over her mask as she turned to glance at him. “What a brave… knight you are… Mighty Zote…” 

“No!!” Zote screamed. He pushed the other two sisters down on top of her and slammed himself into her even harder, but her cries only pleasure only reached new heights, and now the other two Mantis Lords were rubbing their asses against him and once again begging to get their own turn with his dick. 

 He was close himself and knew he needed to make the best of it if he could break her in time. To try to punish her only to pleasure her instead and add fuel to the fire of her degeneracy was worse than not doing anything at all. 

“You will… suffer!” bellowed Zote at the top of his lungs. “A knight knows no fear!” 

“Aaaaa~ Yes~” screamed III happily, her body pushing up against his huge dick as her ass squeezed him tighter and tighter inside. “Destroy me, Mighty Zote! Destroy us all!” 

 No, she shouldn’t be enjoying this… He needed more time, he needed to think of another angle from which to approach the matter… These Mantis Lords are strong… 

 With one final desperate thrust he pushed as hard as he could into her, feeling a whole new area of her insides opening up as his dick rammed through it without mercy. A terrible shriek left her lips that made the other two sisters cover their heads, while Zote buried his face in her back.

 I’ve… done it…

 Just as he thought he had succeeded, though, III started giggling, her body flopping helplessly under him as an impossibly rough orgasm wrecked every inch. “I… love you, Mighty Zote…” 

 No… No, this is not right… The other two Mantis Lords rose and spread their asses in preparation, then trapped his head between them and laughed. Not only was he not cured of his awful thoughts and this illness, but they were making it worse…

 I will end you all! He grabbed Slut and slammed her on top of her sisters, then ripped into her as Bitch jokingly got on top of Zote and mocked his own movements with her own, pretending to be fucking him. “All of you will feel Zote’s might!” he promised. “All of you!” 

 Even before Slut gave in to him, he added Bitch into the mix and started fucking her as well, all three sisters sandwiched together and dripping wet, with Zote furiously destroying their holes without even paying attention at which one he struck, pussy, ass, it didn’t matter, so long as he did not give up. I will leave here… I will leave this place an honorable knight! 



 Hornet lay in a pool of piss and cum so deep that she needed to keep her head up and struggle to breathe, waking up in drowning terror each time she nearly passed out from the gang rape she suffered. 

“Whore!” screamed Zote, finally standing over her. “What have you done?” 

“They--” 

 Zote kicked her in the face, then bashed her some more and finally held her down in the fetid pool of piss and cum until she nearly drowned. He brought her up and pissed over her himself, shaking his head in disappointment. “You are the worst companion a knight could have.” 

 Hornet noticed that his journey had not gone as planned, and that the same monster cock danged between his legs. “You are…” 

“I have defeated the Mantis Lords,” he said, but his voice was weak. 

 Just as the princess prepared to ask if they were truly gone, she heard some giggling in the distance and saw three beautiful masked figures rushing over, and then dropping down to Zote’s feet, wrapping their arms around his dick as if cuddling it. 

“Mighty Zote, you aren’t leaving without us, are you? This is your kingdom now! Stay!” 

 Zote’s disappointed face fell to Hornet. “Whore, the Mantis Lords are no more. These are your fellow prisoners that must be disciplined and reformed. Slut, Bitch, and III.” 
 III crouched at her side and ran her fingers down Hornet’s tight body, letting them linger over the silken thread that left her bound and helpless. “Why, to think that we would be seeing you here, princess. What a delight it will be to spend some time with you.” 