Chapter 2 - Valgyrd, Warrior of the Ironjaw Clan

Valgyrd Ironjaw had been hiking for six days, following the tracks of several beastmen. She had come across a frightened old man, who explained in hurried gasps and sobs that he was the only survivor of a beastman raid. The monstrous men had torched his farm, slain his sons, and stole his wife and daughter screaming away into the night. 

After Val listened and calmed him down, she explained she was an adventurer, and would be willing to go after the raiders and rescuing the women, but only if he could pay her. The man had sighed in exasperation, but had led her back to the still smoldering ruins, able to scrounge up what remained of his life savings.

Val had thanked him, then left promptly to search for tracks. They had not been hard to find, seven in total. Judging by the broken branches they left behind as well, Val had judged them to be about eight feet tall, though it seemed two were carrying the captured women on their shoulders too. 

She wasn’t worried at the prospect of fighting all of them at once if she came across them, as she was quite used to taking on bigger, stronger men. The redhead was the firstborn daughter of the Ironjaw clan chieftain, and had to fend off the occasional suitor who was too big for his furs. Of course, that was before that traitorous younger sister of hers, Mori, had poisoned their father and tricked the other clansmen into thinking it was Val. Since then, the shieldmaiden had ventured south, learning the ways of the southern people and taking various quests for money, so that she might be able to return to her home and uproot that raven-haired bitch she once called sister.

Those were thoughts and plans for another time though, as Val’s attention was drawn to a small clearing in the forest. She scouted the area quickly, then moved in silently, her massive battleaxe at the ready. Sadly, it seemed the beastmen had already moved on, but she was certainly still on the trail. A small campfire had been snuffed out, so soon that the coals were still warm. Nearby, two plain dresses had been torn and scattered across the tall grasses. 

Valgyrd squatted down, inspecting a puddle of strange white fluid. She pulled off her fur lined leather glove, and dipped finger into the thick, lukewarm substance. Collecting some of the goop on her fingertip, she brought it up to her nose, scrunching up her freckled face in disgust and wiping the rancid semen on her toned, pale white thigh. She readjusted her steel breastplate so that it fully covered her milky white, freckle spotted DDs. Her chain skirt clinked gently in the midmorning air as she set off again, still giving chase to the beastmen.

Before long, the shieldmaiden spotted a lone tower in the distance. She could see the smoke of civilization even from afar, and assumed that the beastmen must be looking to raid the small building. As she approached, however, the redhead’s emerald eyes widened. Several camps of monsters sat in the shadows of the decrepit tower. Lupines, ursines, even a few equines sat around their campfires, grumbling to one another in animalistic growls.

Val retreated back into the woods, cursing under her breath. She set down her battleaxe in the dirt, and took a seat on a fallen log, letting her mind run. She took out the bronze circlet that held her hair back, and tousled the shoulder length red hair as she thought, letting it fall over the shaved left side of her head, where the tribal dragon coiled around and down all the way to her jiggling ass.



Night was on the horizon as Valgyrd finished her plans. She prepared herself mentally and physically, stretching her bare, toned midriff and readying her axe. She would have to sneak past the sleeping beastmen and into the tower. She would not be able to take all these monsters on, so resolved to just rescue the women for now.

Luckily, it seemed the various creatures had either drunken themselves into a stupor, or left to raid elsewhere. Sneaking past the still conscious guards and patrols was easy enough, though her cheeks turned as red as her hair as she noted silently that, upon closer inspection, the abominations wore no armor, not even loincloths. She had to tip-toe past several of their flaccid manhoods, each well over half a foot long, in her knee-high furred boots.

It didn’t take long to reach the large ironoak doors of the tower, which now seemed so much larger than it had from afar. Unfortunately, a lone minotaur stood well over eight feet tall at the entrance, his wide horns reaching another foot high. He carried a deadly sharp double-headed war-axe, and his flared cock hung nearly to his monstrous knees. He hadn’t yet seen Val, but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to fight him without awakening the other beastmen.

Looking around quickly, she found a suitably large enough pebble, and, crouching low, launched it past the minotaur and into the darkness to his right. The beast’s bullhead jerked in the direction it landed, and stomped after it, snorting in anger. Val took the opportunity to dash forward. She hurriedly opened the large door, using her barbarian strength to pull it wide before slipping and slamming it shut behind her.

The thud echoed dully across the long corridor before her. Dim torchlight cast flickering shadows upon the cracked stones. Val grabbed the nearest torch to help guide her, but cursed in the instant she had to react as the sconce clicked and the floor disappeared from under her. She tumbled down a winding chute, trying to hold back pained yelps the entire way down, until finally, she landed on the cold, damp stone floor with her wide ass.

“Ow,” she groaned aloud to no one in particular, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the pitch black she now found herself in. “Where in the nine hells am I?” In the dark, she could just about make out her surroundings. Several rusted iron bars sat before her, and beyond that, the rotted remains of a wooden door. Val regarded this for a few seconds, then readied her axe and swung with mighty force, shattering the weakened iron bars.

She stepped out from the room, looking around cautiously. A decayed set of stairs twisted upwards, still encased in darkness. The shieldmaiden pursed her thick red lips, then started up the old stone blocks. They didn’t go far, and the woman found herself before a thick wooden door, a large iron bar keeping it locked. She lifted it with a grunt, then pushed the door open, axe first. Three beastmen stood in the room, two lupines and one equine. One of the lupines stood watch, as the other two used the limp women hanging from chains on the walls. They matched the descriptions the old man had given, twin blondes, though one was clearly in her 40s while the other was closer to Valgyrd’s own age.

The slaves seemed barely conscious, as large globs of milky semen dripped from each of their holes. They were tanned from work in the sun, but it was hard to tell from just how much cum covered their toned bodies. Valgyrd felt her mouth gape open as the grey lupine deep in the younger woman roared, knotting himself in her once tight hole. She cried out, half pleasure and half pain as the wolfman’s swinging nuts tightened, pumping yet another load of the thick seed into her.

Val’s grip on her axe tightened, and she leaped forward with a mighty battle cry. The guarding lupine charged forward in defense of his comrades, but was caught with a deft blow from her axe head. He went down easily enough, but gave enough time for the horseman to pull his foot and a half long shaft from the older woman’s abused pussy and make for the door. The other beastman struggled to force his knot from his petite toy’s hole, and was also quickly cut down by Valgyrd.

“Fuck,” she cursed, as she watched the last raider run, his iron horseshoes clopping across the damp stone. She turned to check on the two rapeslaves, but, being unnerved by the glassy eyed stares they gave back to her, instead left to give chase to the running beastman.

Valgyrd dashed down the halls, her large breasts and ass bouncing as she went. She was now keenly aware of her body, and felt her sex getting wet from the memory of those women being used so roughly. She shook her head as she ran. Her destiny was to return to the Ironjaw clan, she could not lose here. Her focus returned to her as she came across a fork in the path.

There was no way to tell which way the beastman had gone, so she thought back to the conventional wisdom of her old tribe: when in doubt, go right. Then she went left because her sister had said that, and Mori was a treacherous bitch. 

The left path quickly brightened up, torchlights reappearing along the walls. Val had learned her lesson about grabbing things here, and instead followed them silently. Low grunts and brays could be heard ahead, and the young woman steeled herself for battle as she reached the next room. It was a dining room, or had been once. Now, several tribes of beastmen sat casually, eating bloody raw meat and conversing amongst one another in their brutal tongues. The room fell deathly silent as each of the monstrous beings turned to the redhead intruder who was panting heavily, axe in hand.

A minotaur under a large, torn banner at the end of the hall broke the tension, roaring loudly as he charged horns first. Val sidestepped the beast, and thrust her axe before his thundering stride. He tumbled hard, groaning in pain as his horns punched twin holes into the stone wall where Val had just been. The shieldmaiden grinned in satisfaction as she pulled her axe back, only to grunt loudly as one of the lupines slammed into her side. His long claws raked at her breastplate, tearing the leather strap and leaving it half hanging off her large tits. 

Val gave a short yelp of surprise, then swung awkwardly at him, smacking him away with the flat of her axe head. The beastman grunted as he lost balance, pulling her top off with him. Two more beastmen tackled Val to the cold stone, her thick ass bouncing, while another stole her battle axe. She screamed as something started groping her milky white jugs, sharp claws deftly toying with her pink nipples. An ursine used his beastly paws to latch onto her chain skirt, ripping it into several pieces and revealing her tight, still virgin cunt, already starting to grow wet from arousal.

Val yelled as she struggled with a pair of rough hands pulled her thighs apart, leaving her humiliated before the hardening shafts of the various beastmen. She thrashed like a turtle on it’s back, until her arms were pinned down. Her hair shook back and forth, going wild as one of the beastmen plucked her circlet off, replacing it with a massive shaft. The sight of it froze Val, and she gaped in horror at the realization of what was truly going to happen.

That realization was immediately followed up with the flared head of an equine beastman, pressing up against Valgyrd’s comparatively petite slit.

“No!” she half moaned, half squealed, feeling the equine cock thrust deep into her pussy, spreading her wide. The beastman leaned over her, pulling her legs back and lifting her into a proper mating press. The wolf dick smacking her gaping face pulled back, and Val felt the monster grab her punkish hair, then slide his throbbing red member between her plump red lips. It tasted salty, and Val could feel every vein along the shafts in both her holes as they began to thrust in and out, the beasts leaning over her hungrily.

The only thing the barbarian could see as the animalistic men railed her were the furry balls of the lupine in her mouth. She could feel her hands being forced open from the tightly clenched fists, and meaty shafts were placed in her palms, the beasts using her soft-leather gloved hands to get themselves off too. The ursine that tore apart her skirt sat himself on her toned midriff, sticking his thick cock between her jugs. They laughed and spoke to one another in their guttural tongues, and while Val couldn’t tell what they said, she could garner a guess that they were joking about just how easily they had beaten their newest bit of rapemeat into submission.

Val gave a choked grunt as the wolf cock pushed deeper past her lips, reaching into her throat. She ended up kissing the beast’s swelling knot, groaning in defeat as it twitched wildly, spurting long hot ropes of thick semen into her throat, practically straight to her stomach. Now Val was really choking, her eyes crossing as the beast finished, pulling out with a contented snarl. She coughed up the viscous white stuff, feeling it run down her face in several long gooey trails.

“Wait, no,” Val weakly protested as the horse headed man thrust long and deep with his mare breaker into her. She could feel the flared head stretch out her pussy with each hard slam into her. “Please, stop, I’m sorry! I yield!” Another cock filled her mouth as she screamed, bulging out her throat with its thickness. The throbbing hard lengths in her hands twitched, and she became vaguely aware that the monsters weren’t even forcing her hands to stroke back and forth anymore, and that she was doing it on her own.

The ursine squeezing her large tits together roared in pleasure, and a load of thick cum blasted her in the face, leaving it even whiter than before. The equine snorted loudly as well, and he hilted his massive length into her, pushing deep into her womb and unloading what felt like a gallon into her. Val moaned softly through the dick in her throat, her mind already starting to break.

Suddenly, Valgyrd felt herself being spun around roughly, onto her fat cum-covered jugs. The beastman in her mouth had to pull out quickly, but almost immediately thrust back into her waiting mouth, so fast the long ropes of spit between them never broke. She began to kiss the base as the monster hilted himself, and her tongue swirled around his shaft as cum pumped into her throat once more. Unconsciously, she began to shake her large ass side to side, enticing the beastmen to pump their loads into her pussy again, the white seed still dripping from her stretched hole.

However, it was the minotaur who had initially charged, now free of the wall, who answered her teasing. He had also flipped her around, and still held onto her wide hips with his strong beastly hands. His flared cock flopped onto her ass, precum dripping onto her back. It was so long and so heavy it drooped even while rock hard, and it was easily the largest beasthood Val had ever seen as she looked back at her next rapist. The sight of the bitch breaker instantly snapped her mind back into reality, and her emerald green eyes widened to the size of saucers.

“W-wait! I can’t take that!” she cried out, as the beastly bullman pulled back, the forearm sized monster cock lining up with her tight pink asshole, as of yet still unused. Her eyes went even wider, and she began to blubber and beg. “Please, not there! I-I surrender, I’ll suck it, I’ll yield to you! Yo-you can even put it in my pussy! You can make me your breeding slut! Just please, don’t break me!”

The minotaur pulled her hips back, and the flared head of his cock pushed her ass open, even as she screamed bloody murder at the violation. Her mind shattered like precious glass, and her tongue lolled out as the beast’s shaft pushed even deeper in. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and the minotaur grabbed her half-shaved head with his meaty paw, lifting her body up so that gravity might help him get to the base of his monstrous rod.

The minotaur pushed and pulled Valgyrd down his shaft, her arms and legs spasming wildly in the air. She gave a choked scream, and as the minotaur finally hilted himself fully in her asshole, lost consciousness, her world going black from the pain.



“What is the meaning of this?” a voiced echoed out into the hall, shaking Val back awake. Two lupines had knotted both her holes, holding her up with their meaty arms. She was covered head to toe in thick white semen, and felt bloated and full from her bulging stomach. Her head lolled to the right, her hair sticky with cum and matted to her face. A wiry, middle aged man stood in the doorway, black robes flowing down and hood up. “Well? Explain why you’ve taken a breeding slave into your mess hall?” his voice was high and distant, but Val then realized that cum had dripped into her ears, practically plugging them.

“She attacked us, Lord Zargothrax,” the minotaur replied gruffly, sitting at the head of the far table. “We believe she is not from the breeding stocks, but instead came into this castle with the intent to slay you, sir.”

Lord Zargothrax walked calmly up to Val, still speared on the lupines. She opened her mouth to ask for help, but several loads spilled out onto her chin and down her jugs. “I see you all came into her quite a few times, then. Well, always good to get the slaves used to their new lives early, hmm?” he smirked down at her, and she moaned loudly. “If any of you have not used her yet,” he called out to the group of beastmen around them. “Do so now. Afterwards, chain her up with the others. She will help grow my army for me.”
The beastmen stepped forward, eager to continue raping the tight young woman that had practically thrown herself at them. The night was long and filled with cum, but ended with the minotaur using her for the third time that day, filling her stretched out holes with his bitch breaker. Afterwards, they dragged her back to the breeding room with the other women, chaining her up. Her arms hung by the ceiling, and a longer chain right next to them held her legs up too, presenting her slutty holes to anyone to use with ease. Val gave a whorish look as a new beastman approached, her mind now completely gone, and her previous goals long forgotten. She was a breeding slave for Lord Zargothrax’s army, and she had never been happier.