Conqueror Captive and Creation

The Conqueror's eyes widened, glittering with madness. "Yes, perfect, excellent...!" he hissed. Hands resting on the wood of the table, the muscled warrior leaned over the unconscious body of the Creation. As the title entailed, the Creation was exactly that: made by the Conqueror. And as the Conqueror's name entailed, he was exactly that, a conqueror. But he strove not just to triumph in battle, but in bed as well, and that was what the Creation was for, to help him find and enact new ways of tormenting his victims.

The Creation was designed with both parts. "With the lust of two, and the brain of zero, you'll be perfect!" The Conqueror joked darkly. His words were not literal, as the Creation was going to be born with average human intelligence, as in all of the Conqueror's other relationships, there could only be one decision-maker. Him. The Creation was made to only serve the Conqueror, and what the Conqueror wanted was for the Creation to aid him in his conquests. "And I know just who to start with!" The Conqueror continued to joke darkly, thinking of one of his latest Captives.

She was a cute, pretty little thing that the Conqueror found on the outskirts of town, trying to flee it as he and his army rampaged through. The Conqueror would take many more partners before his conquest was finished, but this girl was one he'd had his eye on since his first pass through the town. He even primed the Creation to become obsessed with her as well, to make tracking and capturing her even easier.

"Though of course, you'll never be more obedient for anyone but me!" The Conqueror sneered as he tapped the Creation's lifeless lips. The Conqueror did not want the Creation to obsess over him, though obsession was a useful tool. For the Conqueror, though, the ultimate tool was control. Obsession could lead to control, but it was the obedience that really counted. "Just a little bit longer now..." As soon as the Creation's birth was finished, the Conqueror would be ready for the Captive.

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"Ohhh... Y-yesss...!!! Yesss!!!" The Creation moaned, hips gyrating as they fucked the Captive' face, pushing in and out of her open--but unwilling--mouth. She moaned and coughed against the intrusion, but that only excited the Creation even more. "Hnnngh...!" Their hips thrust faster and faster as they came closer and closer to the edge... The Captive whimpered and tried to pull away, but with one final groan, the Creation climaxed, drowning out the Captive's pain with their pleasure.

The Conqueror smirked as he fucked the Captive from behind, much quieter than the Creation, but still grunting with steadily rising pleasure. He leaned over her body and grabbed her breasts, squeezing and massaging them. He felt her nipples stiffen beneath his fingers despite her terrified moans and agonized grunts and his savage smile grew.

Oh, fuck yes! Like the Creation, the Conqueror's hips began to thrust faster and faster as he neared his own climax.

"N-no... wait...!" The Captive protested feebly, but of course, she was impossible to hear through the cock in her mouth, and the grunts and groans of pleasure coming from her two tormentors. Even though the Creation had just climaxed, they kept fucking the Captive relentlessly, exactly as the Conqueror had created them to. The Creation was a slave to their urges and desires, and the Conqueror loved it.

Mine, they're BOTH mine! Even though the Conqueror considered the Captive his preferred prize, he felt increasingly secure in his decision to "enlist" another into his services. Services of a different kind, but services nonetheless! The Conqueror chuckled to himself as he slapped the Captive and continued to fuck her from behind.

"Ohhh!" The Captive groaned, muffled by the Creation. She could barely breath as she clutched their hips, trying to steady herself and stay upright. The pain from behind because of the Conqueror was indescribable, unspeakable. The Captive wanted to collapse, to pull away, anything to make the pain less, but she was firmly rooted in place, cornered on both ends. Even though she felt as though she was slowly being split in half, starting at the mouth thanks to the Creation and between her legs thanks to the Conqueror, she could do nothing as she was fucked.

And of course, the Conqueror and the Creation longer and wider than the average human, but even though the Conqueror was smaller than the Creation, he more than made up for it in aggression and sadism. The Creation was in it only to satiate physical desires. The Conqueror relished in the pain of his conquest. The Captive could only whimper, tears streaming down her face as the assault continued.

"No--!" She cried out one last time as the Conqueror finally came, the Creation climaxing again at the same time. The Captive choked, nails digging into the Creation's waist as they trembled through their second orgasm. The Conqueror panted as he filled up the Captive, and she twisted and writhed miserably as she felt him release inside of her. No!

"Ohhh, I'm so sorry..." the Creation didn't sound sorry at all as the Captive gagged and they continued to press into her.

"Don't be sorry!" the Conqueror scoffed, and he and the Creation both laughed cruelly.

"You're right, she doesn't deserve it!" Aroused, the Conqueror and the Creation cried out again, hips still jerking and convulsing.

When the Conqueror was finished, he slumped against the Captive, still fondling her breasts from behind, pinching her erect nipples. Her knees buckled, but she still did not collapse, supported by the Creation's legs. She panted, coughed, and sweated, entire body trembling. The Conqueror was still inside of her, ensuring that none of his seed was lost. A wave of disgust ripped through the Captive, and she gave a breathless sob of anger and anguish. The Conqueror grinned to himself. Already, the Creation was ready to go again.