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Syluin wondered why she had ever thought she could rule a kingdom by herself.
Over the past weeks, her daughter Eelor, the Cunt, had come to her and taught her much of the true religion of the elves. She had kissed her mother on the mouth, and then sucked on her tits, and licked her pussy – all as Red Horn watched approvingly – and she had explained how the traditional elven god Shel-Henneth was a cockteasing whore, and how her sister Sla-Abroth, the Dogfucker Slut, was a better role model for elven women.
“We’re reforming the church,” Eelor told her mother. “The primary object of worship will be the Overgod Aras, and his divine cock. And then we will venerate both Shel-Henneth and Sla-Abroth, but by their Beastfolk names – Shol’han, the Pouting Slut, and Abro’hon, the Good Girl. We gives thanks for the deserved rape, abuse and impregnation of Shol’han by her father, and hope that elven women will be similarly punished for their whorish nature. And we give thanks to Abro’hon for generously offering her cunt up to animals, so that the beastfolk race could be born, that they might put elven women in their place.”
Syluin had found these proposed changes confronting at first, but Eelor had brought her new mentor Rathi the snakewoman to see Syluin, and Syluin had found the snakewoman’s large tits to be very convincing – hypnotic, even – and after staring for hours at Rathi’s tits while the snakewoman used her tail to tease Syluin’s anus and Eelor licked at Syluin’s clit, the queen saw the logic in reforming the church in this way.
The church encouraged female family members to rape each other regularly, to please the cock of the Overgod Aras, and to affirm their willingness to put each other in their places, and Red Horn enjoyed watching Syluin rape other women, so he decided it was time for Syluin to fulfil his prediction that she would eventually willingly rape her middle daughter.
For a week he prevented Syluin from reaching orgasm, while keeping her in a heightened state of sexual desire. He had her suck his cock, and he had Eelor lick her pussy, and he had the snakewoman Rathi probe her anus. He didn’t tell her what she had to do in order to cum – but he did walk her past Lari’s bedchamber one night, and then deliberately leave her there whle he had a conversation with one of his subordinates down the hall.
Syluin didn’t require any further prompting. She pushed open Lari’s door, went to her daughter’s bed, and ripped the nightgown from her sleeping daughter. When Lari awoke, Syluin first slapped her daughter, then kissed her on the lips, and then straddled her face, pressing her wet, needy cunt eagerly against her daughter’s mouth before leaning down to return the favour, licking at Lari’s pussy until Lari began to lick at Syluin’s too.
Red Horn came back to watch the rape, and he brought a Beastman with him who made a rough sketch of what he saw, which would later form the basis for a large painting that would hang in the royal throne room, depicting the queen and her daughter in sluttish nude mutual lesbian rape.
Syluin orgasmed several times, but Lari seemed to orgasm twice as well, despite struggling against her mother’s rape throughout the process. Syluin worried it wouldn’t count as rape if Lari had enjoyed it, and that Red Horn might punish her for not treating her daughter as the bitch that she was, and so after her final orgasm she deliberately urinated on her daughter’s face, which made Red Horn laugh with approval, and it was this final humiliation which was vividly captured in the public portrait of their lovemaking.
After that, Syluin had no further reluctance to rape her daughters for her own pleasure. She regularly 69-ed for mutual pleasure with Eelor, and she also fucked Lari multiple times a week. Under the urgings of Eelor and Rathi – and particularly Rathi’s hypnotic tits – Lari came to accept the idea of fucking her mother, even though she always seemed to find it humiliating and degrading.
Whenever possible, sex between Syluin and her daughters would happen on the floor of the throne room, where the entire elven court could watch. It was her duty, after all, to be a good role model for other elven women, and to demonstrate the essential truth that elven women were nothing but animals driven by their cunts.
Additionally, once a week Syluin would call her eldest daughter, Daksya, the Cocksleeve, up from the dungeons so that Syluin and Lari and Eelor could rape her in front of the entire elven court.
Daksya would always struggle and fight, despite her chains, forcing Syluin and her daughters to slap her and kick her tits until she behaved herself and allowed them to press their cunts against her unwilling face. Syluin felt moments of guilt about this, but they all faded away whenever she looked at Rathi’s tits, and once the snake-woman had calmed her down, Syluin always had to admit that raping her unwilling, struggling daughter was even more sexually satisfying than fucking her two semi-willing ones.
And besides, the weekly lesbian rape gave such entertainment to the men of the court – both elves and Beastmen – who were encouraged to take their cocks out and masturbate as they watched the women of their ruling family lezzing off in public. Syluin became used to the feeling of a man’s sperm splashing on her cheeks as she kissed her daughter on the mouth, or a Beastman spraying his seed on her tits as she humped her daughter’s face.
After the girls were done with Daksya, Red Horn would rape the beautiful, traitorous bitch and spend his seed in her womb. Just last week, the doctors had reported that Daksya was finally pregnant with a litter of beastfolk cubs. Red Horn had announced that her rapings would continue until she gave birth, though – and she would now also begin a series of daily painful injections of beastfolk medicine directly into her tits, which would supplement the oral medication she was taking, and stimulate udder growth and milk production.
He suggested that *all* the royal women might want such a treatment, as they would *all* look better with bigger udders, and Syluin, knowing the answer he wanted her to give, agreed. When he then showed her pictures of what the drugs could achieve – women with ridiculous cartoon tits bigger than their heads – she became quite frightened, but he made her masturbate while looking at those pictures until she was too stupid to voice an objection, and then stabbed the first needle directly into her titflesh, making her howl – and orgasm.
There were less and less elven men in Tylia every day. They were being conscripted for the army, and sent off to fight the dryads. Well, not the dryads – the Beastfolk had banned that term, and required Syluin to instead call them “animated sex-toys”. The dryads weren’t people – just a resource to be harvested, and fucked.
Those elven men without military experience at least got some training before departing. They trained on Daksya’s former elite guard – the Steel Flowers. The Flowers were unarmed, dressed in their slutty uniforms, their hands pinned to their sides, and the elven men were given swords and told to catch and rape one of the “helpless” soldier dolls.
Even restrained, the Steel Flowers were well-trained, and a good number of elven men got kicked in the balls or faces before they completed their training. But this just made them more vicious with the girls once they *did* catch them. No elven man was sent to the front line without raping at least nine elven women.
And when they were done with the Steel Flowers, they were given one final challenge: to catch and rape one of their family members they had never previously fucked. The penalty for refusal was “military justice” – which was shorthand for “execution” – and so every elven male of Tylia ended up raping his daughter, sister or cousin before heading to the war.
The results of the war were mixed. Elven casualty rates were reported to be high – and yet, overall, Tylia appeared to be making progress in conquering dryad land and capturing and enslaving the dryad women.
They had already brought back enough captive dryads to replace every toilet in the palace with a dryad’s mouth. Some elves had found it hard to adjust to this change, and Red Horn had made Syluin give a speech declaring that it was “natural and appropriate” to piss and shit into a woman’s mouth. She had wanted to just say “dryad’s mouth” but Red Horn had made her phrase it as applying to her entire gender.
And then he had dressed her in the same bondage she had placed the dryads in – kneeling, mouth forced open, tits atop a silver tray – and given a demonstration in front of the entire court. He had sat on her tits – crushing them painfully beneath his buttocks -and pissed in her mouth. And then he made Eelor and Lari do the same, and then invited three lucky lower-class elven men who were about to be shipped off to the front lines to try the same thing.
It was very educational for the elven people, said Red Horn, to see their queen used as a toilet. He commissioned statues of the event to be distributed throughout the kingdom, which would work as real toilets, so that every elf could live out the fantasy of pissing in their queen’s mouth.
The expansion of the new church continued. Statues of Aras the Overgod were placed throughout the realm. These statues depicted him as a muscular beastman with an exposed, erect cock, and elven women were expected to kneel and briefly suck on the statue’s dick whenever they walked past, as a form of worship.
Eelor also introduced new baptism services for elven women to dedicate themselves to the church. These services would occur for all mature elven women, and for all younger elven women when they came of age. To dedicate herself to Aras, a woman would masturbate the cock of one of the new beastman priests until he ejaculated onto her face and tits. To dedicate herself to Shol’han, she would ask a male family member – ideally her father – to slap her face, spank her, and then fuck her in front of the congregation. To dedicate herself to Abro’hon, she would publicly fuck one of the dog-like semi-sentient monsters known as Waste Hunters that the beastfolk had specifically brought to Tylia for that purpose, allowing it to ejaculate inside her and then knot.
“Does it not make you happy, knowing that every elven woman will be required to fuck an animal?” Red Horn had whispered in her ear as he raped her that evening.
Syluin’s only response had been to orgasm on his cock.
She and her daughters were baptised the following day. Daksya had to be beaten and slapped to force her to participate, but in the end all four women masturbated a beastman until he bathed them in his sperm, and they licked each other clean.
They had no direct living family member to fuck, but an elven noble who was the cousin twice-removed of the royal family dressed up as the late king, and made each of the girls call him “daddy” as he fucked them, before finally finishing by shoving his cock into the ass of his “slut wife” Syluin.
And then came the Waste Hunters. They looked so much like dogs it was uncanny, except for the glint of intelligence in their eye, and the all-too-deliberate way they approached and licked the girls’ faces and sniffed their cunts, before mounting the helpless elven woman and shoving their monstrous cocks into the girls’ fuckholes.
It was humiliating for Syluin to be raped by an animal in front of her people, but she was used to constant humiliation by now, and her cunt was wet, and the screams and cries of fear and degradation coming from Daksya were very arousing, and she just let herself enjoy it. The warm wetness of the Waste Hunter’s breath on her neck was erotic, and its claws on her back felt good, and the way it used her as a sheathe for its cock without a shred of interest in her personhood or consent felt very appropriate.
She orgasmed multiple times before the Waste Hunter knotted inside her, and she made a note to ask Red Horn if she could keep the beast as a pet for when he wasn’t around to rape her.
Or should she be the pet, and the Waste Hunter the master? After all, it was a male, and males knew best…
Some days after the baptism, Lari came to see her mother and reported that important strides were being made in reducing cultural discrimination against Beastfolk. Recently, a Beastman had been quite offended when an elven woman had referred to him as “half a beast, half a man”.
“It’s unacceptable that elves think of beastfolk as less than a full person,” said Lari. “So we’re going to define a male Beastman as the ‘natural’ form of life in Tylia, and the exemplar definition of a full person. That will mean, by extension, that an elven male or a female Beastfolk is half a person, and an elven woman is a quarter of a person.”
That seemed reasonable – or at least, it did to Syluin while she was masturbating and sucking Red Horn’s cock in front of the elven court – and so she passed laws to implement that change.
The laws turned out to have an unfortunate effect, though. Only “people” could own property in Tylia, and if elven men and beastfolk women weren’t full “people” then their property couldn’t truly be theirs. Overnight, all elven property became forfeit – to be redistributed among the beastfolk.
There were riots at this last indignity – but with most of the men gone to war, the beastfolk easily put down these rebellions in the Queen’s name, and executed the ringleaders.
And given that elven women now weren’t even half a person, it turned out that they fit the legal definition of “livestock”, and could be owned, bought, traded, and forcibly bred. Syuin watched as the women of her nation were collared, leashed, and divided up as pets among their new beastman masters.
Red Horn, of course, became the owner of Syluin and her daughters.
And with that, a final step needed to be taken.
The day came when Syluin stood before her people, naked, a plug in her ass and weighted clamps hanging from her nipples, her face and tits covered in beastman sperm. She masturbated her cunt with one hand. Her tits were already so swollen from the growth program that she couldn’t see her feet, and milk leaked constantly from her nipples.
Beside her stood Red Horn, his cock buried in Lari’s mouth, as Eelor knelt behind him and licked his anus.
“My people,” said Syluin, “I have been a terrible queen to you, because I am a woman, and an elf, and a whore. But I have led you to the important realisation that elven women are animals that need to be owned by Beastmen, which is the single most important progressive reform our nation has ever experienced.”
“The natural consequence of this is that I need to be owned – and the kingdom needs to be owned – by a beastman. And so it is in this spirit that I formally relinquish my crown to my owner, Red Horn, who will now be King of Tylia. I hope that he leads us to greatness, and continues to educate elven sluts like myself on our proper place.”
With this, she removed her crown and passed it to Red Horn. It was tiny atop his head, but it was a formality. He had told her that a new crown would be forged that would depict a beastman with his hoof resting on the tits of an enslaved elven woman.
He looked at her, and then casually slapped her across the face.
“Elven bitch,” he snarled.
And then he looked out across his people – beastmen, standing tall and proud, with collared elven women kneeling at their feet.
And the crowd roared their approval for their new king.
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