The beastman Red Horn led the Bimbo Queen Syluin on a leash through the streets of her city.  Syluin was completely nude, and crawled on all fours, her large tits hanging down.

 

She hadn’t wanted to do this.  Not at first.  But Red Horn had told her a week ago that today was the Beastfolk Festival of Rhul, celebrating the domestication of women.  Among the beastfolk, it was celebrated with the ritual rape and degradation of females.  No women was allowed out in public during Rhul unless she was leashed, with her tits and cunt bare.  Red Horn had generously allowed that it wasn’t necessary to strip every elven woman nude, leash them, and rape them, so long as Syluin was prepared to be a good role model for her subjects.

 

Syluin’s subjects stared at her in contempt, horror and - from the men - some considerable degree of lust.  It was already well-known that the Bimbo Queen was a beastfolk-loving slut, who bared her tits in court and raped other elven women.  It was becoming clear that her daughters, too, were perverted whores.  But to actually see the monarch crawling nude on all fours was still shocking to the elven people.

 

There were jeers and laughter at Syluin as she crawled along, her ass wiggling and her tits swaying, and Red Horn paid these no heed.

 

However, when a young elven maid actually dared to throw a rock at Red Horn himself, that was a different matter.

 

“Monster!” screamed the girl.  “Invader!”

 

The rock bounced harmlessly off Red Horn’s chest, but his response was swift.  He pointed a finger, and his guards sprang forward to grab the girl.  Two were muscular male beastman - a wolf-man and a goat-man - and two were members of her daughter Dastyari’s all-women Steel Flowers, which Red Horn had taught Syluin to think of as “warrior dolls” playing at “dress-up soldiers”.  

 

The beastmen and Steel Flowers quickly ripped the elf-girl’s clothes from her, and Red Horn came to stand over her, his always-exposed cock erect and dripping.

 

“Syluin,” growled Red Horn.  “Gift this bitch with my seed, and then use her for her natural purpose.”

 

Syluin rose to a kneeling position, took Red Horn’s enormous cock in both hands, pointed it at the girl, and began to masturbate him.  Before long he was grunting, and a thick spurt of beastfolk cum sprayed over the crying girl’s face and tits.  Syluin immediately brought her face to Red Horn’s cock and licked it clean.

Then Syluin crawled to the girl and began to lick the cum off her.  When she had licked up all the delicious cum, she squatted over the girl’s face, facing towards her stomach, and forced her cunt against the girl’s lips.  The Steel Flowers spread the girl’s legs wide, and Syluin began to obediently beat the girl’s twat with her hand.

 

It was easiest for Syluin to not think about what she was doing, and simply concentrate on how good Red Horn’s cum tasted, and how enjoyable it was to rape the girl’s face.  If she allowed herself to think about how she was submissively behaving like Red Horn’s degraded pet in front of all her subjects, while betraying her people and her gender, it was simply too upsetting.  Far better to just think of this girl as a sex toy, and enjoy the orgasm that raping the girl brought her.

 

When Syluin was done, Red Horn ordered the girl taken to the palace dungeons, to be impregnated with a beastfolk child.  And with that done, their walk through the town continued.

 

Ahead of them lay the Lioralis - the Elven Tree of History, a huge towering oak said to be a gift of the Goddess.

 

“I like this tree,” said Red Horn.  “We shall cut it down and have a new set of thrones made of it.  A large one for myself, a smaller one for you with protrusions to fill your cunt and anus, and perhaps cages for your cunt-spawn.”

 

Syluin made an alarmed squeak.  She was so shocked that she actually dared to contradict Red Horn.

 

“Sir,” she gasped, “this is the Lioralis.  It is central to elven culture.  You… you *cannot* cut it down.”

 

Red Horn sighed, then bent down, grabbed Syluin’s breasts by their bases - one in each hand -, and stood again, pulling her up by her tits until she was literally hanging half-a-foot off the ground, her breasts supporting her entire weight.  

 

She wailed with pain and fear.

 

Red Horn spat in her face.

 

“Do not tell me what I cannot do, bitch,” he growled.

 

Syluin should have cut her losses there, but the idea of *cutting down* the Lioralis offended her more than even raping elven women - or raping her own daughters.

 

“But you *can’t*!” she insisted.  “It’s the Lioralis.”

 

“I do not care about your Laoris,” said Red Horn, again mangling the elven tongue to produce a word that did not mean “Tree of History” but rather “wooden sextoy”.

 

“Please,” begged Syluin.  “You can make your throne of something else.  And… cages for my daughters… I mean, my cunt-spawn…”

 

Red Horn shook her by her tits.

 

“You accept that your cunt-spawn belong in cages?” he growled.

 

“Yes, yes,” wailed Syluin.  “My whorish cunt-spawn belong in cages.  All elven women belong in cages.”

 

Desperate to please him, fearful that he might really hurt her, Syluin reached down and began pumping Red Horn’s cock with one hand as he continued to hold her off the ground by her tits.

 

Her subjects on the street silently watched their nude queen eagerly masturbating the beastman who was abusing her.

 

Red Horn thought for a minute, and then dropped Syluin to the ground.  She fell to her knees, and instantly brought her mouth to Red Horn’s cock, sucking on its enormous tip in an attempt to placate her beastman master.

 

“Very well,” said Red Horn, thrusting his cock deeper into Syluin’s mouth and making her briefly gag and choke.  “I will give you a chance.  Make me a new piece of furniture that pleases me, without using any wood from Tylia, and I will spare your tree.  You have one day.”

 

Syluin’s mind began to race, trying to work out how she would accomplish this request.

 

Red Horn looked down at her, and kicked her roughly in the cunt with one hoof.

 

“You had best get moving, bitch,” he said.  “You have limited time.  If you fail I will carve dildos from your tree and make every elven bitch in the kingdom fuck their cunts with them.  Start crawling.”

 

Syuin jumped, released Red Horn’s cock from her mouth, and immediately began crawling on all fours towards the palace.

 

Even once she was out of Red Horn’s site, she kept crawling, her ass wiggling and her tits swaying.  It simply didn’t occur to her to stand.

 

===

 

She sent a message to Red Horn late that night that she was ready for him in the castle’s art gallery - a secluded, private chamber, holding priceless cultural relics collected by the late king’s ancestors.

 

When Red Horn arrived, Syluin was nude, but for high heels, jewellery and make-up.  And she had three large items on the floor, each covered in a red velvet sheet.

 

“What is this, bitch?” growled Red Horn.

 

“Sir, I have not one, but three items of furniture for you,” said Syluin.

 

“That is more than you needed,” spat Red Horn, “but I should not forget that elven cunts are stupid.  Show me, then.”

 

Syluin lifted the cloth from the centre object - to reveal the dryad ambassador, Alustria.  She was nude, as was the custom of her people, her large leaf-green tits and bark-brown cunt exposed.  But she was clearly not here willingly.  

 

She was kneeling, and her thighs and her ankles were cuffed together to keep her restrained in that position.  Her arms were cuffed behind her back and linked to her ankles, and her hair had been braided into a ponytail, which was then tied to her ankles, forcing her to keep her face tilting upwards and her back straight.  She was wearing a kind of bra - a flat metal plate under her tits, pushing them upwards without covering them in any way, supported by shoulder straps.  And there was a thick metal O-ring gag stuffed into her mouth, wedging it lewdly open.

 

Red Horn laughed.  “What is this, bitch?” he asked.

 

“Well, it’s a kind of stool,” said Syluin.  “Look.  You sit on its udders, like this…”

 

She straddled Alustria’s face and lowered the weight of her buttocks onto Alustria’s large breasts.  Alustria made a strangled sound as her titflesh was crushed against the metal plate that supported her breasts - but the metal plate held, and Alustria’s bondage prevented her from moving, and soon she was supporting Syluin’s full weight on her tits.

 

“See?” said Syluin.  “And then you can just sit - or you can make use of her mouth…”

 

She scooted her cunt nearer to Alustria’s face, and lightly slapped Alustria’s cheek.  Slowly, Alustria extended her tongue and began to lick Syluin’s pussy.

 

“I had initially intended to just ask her to send us some wood from the dryad forests,” said Syluin.  “But their forests are sacred too, and she was… kind of a difficult bitch about it.  And she called me a big-titted whore… which I know I am… and so I slapped her, and then before I knew it I was raping her, and then this idea came to me.”

 

“I am amused, bitch,” said Red Horn.  “But I asked for furniture, not a pet.  I have no time to care for another cunt.”

 

“No, sir,” said Syluin, “that’s what’s special about dryads.  They’re not really people - they’re living wood.  They don’t have spines or muscles.  She can literally hold this position forever without being damaged.  You don’t need to walk her, or let her sleep.  They don’t urinate or defecate, and they can convert whatever they’re given into nutrition - and go for a fairly long time without sustenance, if necessary.  If you ejaculate into her every couple of days, that’s enough for her.  Or you can feed her your garbage, or piss or shit into her.”

 

“This is normal for dryads?” asked Red Horn.

 

“Oh, no,” said Syluin.  “They normally consume rainwater and dried berries.  This is intensely humiliating and degrading for her.  She would be crying right now, except she’s making a choice to conserve her moisture.  She hates us both with a burning passion.”

 

“I am impressed, cunt,” smiled Red Horn.  “You have done well.  And what of these two other objects?”

 

Syluin reluctantly rose from her cunt-licking stool and removed the velvet from the second object.  It was another nude dryad woman, one of Alustria’s servants.  Her shoulders and head were against the ground.  Large metal rings had been pierced through her nipples, and these rings were connected by short chains to ankle cuffs.  Her thighs also had cuffs and these were connected to a metal pole, attached to a heavy metal base that supported the woman’s shoulders.  Her ankles were separated by a spreader bar.  She once again had an O-ring in her mouth.

 

The overall effect was to keep the woman almost doubled over, her back on the ground, her ankles in the air, and her legs spread wide, leaving her gaping cunt pointing upwards.  She was unable to flex her legs without pulling painfully on her tits.

 

“This is a scepter holder, to go by your throne,” said Syluin.  She took the royal scepter from where it lay on a nearby display case and jammed the end into the woman’s cunt, pushing down until enough of the scepter was inside the  woman’s vagina to support it and hold it upright.

 

She revealed the third object.  This was the simplest of them all - a nude dryad woman standing perfectly straight, bound to an iron pole behind her back.  She had the largest tits of all three, by a large margin.

 

“And this one, sir - her udders reminded me of punching bags, and so I thought she might be a good piece of exercise equipment for you,” said Syluin.  “Dryads feel pain, but they do not bruise, and they cannot truly be damaged without a cutting tool.  You can punch this one’s boobs all day without doing any real harm to her, although she will feel the pain just as an elven bitch would.”

 

Red Horn laughed delightedly.

 

“Bitch, you have truly pleased me today,” he said.  “I will reward you by letting you drink my cum, and then fetching an elven cunt from the dungeons for you to rape.  This is… truly inventive.”

 

He paused, thinking.

 

“There are more of these dryad bitches in their home forests?” he said.

 

“Yes, sir,” said Syluin.  “Many more.”

 

He laughed.  “Then I finally have a use for your pathetic elven army.  We will declare war upon these dryad cunts.  We will drag them kicking and screaming from their forests and use them as furniture for the men of Tylia.”

 

Syluin’s eyes widened.  

 

“War?” she gasped.  “But…”

 

“But we don’t have enough men in the elven army for this task?” said Red Horn  “You’re absolutely right.  We will need to start a draft.  Conscript every adult man in the realm and send them abroad.  I am sure at least *some* of them will make it home safely.”

 

He laughed, and stepped across to his new punching bag to give her breasts a few experimental punches.  He was delighted by the agonised noises she made through her O-ring when he drove his fist into her large breast.

 

“And don’t worry, bitch,” he said.  “The beastmen will look after their wives and daughters while they are gone…”

 

(TO BE CONTINUED)